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Kohaku hated thunder and its bright counterpart. They were both incredibly scary, although the true source of his fear had been long forgotten. He didn't remember the coyote taking him from his den or the epic chase that his mommy had been involved in, in order to get him back. All Kohaku knew was that he had been scared of thunder and the bright flashes for a long time. Even at his young age he felt a little ashamed for the fear. Neither Lucia nor his mommy was scared of thunder. Being the only one scared was embarrassing and he hated it.
Amy's words made the young male perk up instantly. She had fallen for his lie and no longer thought that he was scared. Kohaku's tiny tail wagged a little, bumping against her legs. She continued to pet him and slowly his eyes closed. The soothing motion felt wonderful and he almost forgot that he didn't like Amy. As sleep threatened to take over the young puppy his head began to dip down and his wagging tail slowed down. After his bout of sheer panic he was tired and hungry. He hadn't eaten as much as he was used too and Amy the monster didn't make any milk for him to drink.
Warm hands wrapped around his belly and Kohaku's head shot up while his eyes flew open. Amy picked him up and deposited him next to her. The tiny male whined in protest. He had calmed down and his shaking had nearly stopped. Her lap was so comfortable and he didn't want her to stop stroking him. Dejected, Kohaku let his rump lad on the furs heavily so he could pout. Why was it that every time he started to think that Amy might not be so bad she did mean stuff again?
The pup's black nose twitched as the scent of meat drifted towards him. A strip of strange looking meat was offered to him and he snatched it up immediately. The first time Amy had offered him the strange meat; the colorful puppy had taken a few moments of pondering and investigation before he actually ate it. Kohaku wasn't used to dried meat as his mommy always hunted for him and let him suckle the rest of the time. That was another thing that made Amy different from his mommy; she didn't hunt for him.
Kohaku pulled at the meat ravenously. Although he was at the age to be weaned, it had been a rather forced event. As he ate, the puppy longed for his mommy's soft belly and her sweet milk.
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