10-29-2008, 11:17 PM
300 words...
She bounced like a happy pup as DaVinci hurried up to her in greeting. She yipped again happily as she nudged her side against his in their wolfish greeting, nipping at his shoulder and cheek. Even her tail waggled slightly, punctuating her excitement. She had a million questions.
“No, I mean… you’re here, aren’t you? Is what they say true… are you one of th--” She cut herself off as she noticed the expression on DaVinci’s face mutate from happiness to worry in a fraction of a second. Her grinning maw closed and she looked at him intently, concerned, “DaVinci, what’s wrong?”
She picked up on the vein of his worries immediately, though, when he began surveying the area frantically and then bounded off the path. She pursued, worried and confused, but drew herself up briskly at his side when he halted. It hadn’t taken long for Magdalena to figure out what was going on, even if she still didn’t know just who Skylar and Tyrone were.
She glanced around the meadow but was unable to spot the wayward pups. Her ears swiveled, trying to pick up the sounds of playful banter, to no avail, and then it clicked – DaVinci didn’t only smell like himself.
She stepped closer to him and inspected his fur with her muzzle, inhaling deeply and memorizing the scent that didn’t quite belong to him. It was strongest near his crown, where Skylar had laid earlier that morning, staring into her father’s face until he awoke. Once she had a clear sample of the scent, the puzzle pieces fell into place.
“This way,” she motioned with her head to her left, before trotting a diagonal path through the meadow. Laughter bubbled up from a grass thicket. “Skylar… Tyrone… You can run, but you can’t hide!”
She bounced like a happy pup as DaVinci hurried up to her in greeting. She yipped again happily as she nudged her side against his in their wolfish greeting, nipping at his shoulder and cheek. Even her tail waggled slightly, punctuating her excitement. She had a million questions.
“No, I mean… you’re here, aren’t you? Is what they say true… are you one of th--” She cut herself off as she noticed the expression on DaVinci’s face mutate from happiness to worry in a fraction of a second. Her grinning maw closed and she looked at him intently, concerned, “DaVinci, what’s wrong?”
She picked up on the vein of his worries immediately, though, when he began surveying the area frantically and then bounded off the path. She pursued, worried and confused, but drew herself up briskly at his side when he halted. It hadn’t taken long for Magdalena to figure out what was going on, even if she still didn’t know just who Skylar and Tyrone were.
She glanced around the meadow but was unable to spot the wayward pups. Her ears swiveled, trying to pick up the sounds of playful banter, to no avail, and then it clicked – DaVinci didn’t only smell like himself.
She stepped closer to him and inspected his fur with her muzzle, inhaling deeply and memorizing the scent that didn’t quite belong to him. It was strongest near his crown, where Skylar had laid earlier that morning, staring into her father’s face until he awoke. Once she had a clear sample of the scent, the puzzle pieces fell into place.
“This way,” she motioned with her head to her left, before trotting a diagonal path through the meadow. Laughter bubbled up from a grass thicket. “Skylar… Tyrone… You can run, but you can’t hide!”