12-09-2008, 12:29 AM
Head down, plowing determinedly through the snow, Kasch didn’t notice how close he was to the border. All he was thinking about were his numb paws and the icicles beginning to form on his fur. The rainy slush had let up a bit, but the temperature had gone down. Just when the youngster was beginning to doubt whether he’d make it to the border before his nose froze off, he heard a voice.
He jumped slightly, a bit startled, and started to assume a submissive posture out of habit. When he looked up to see where the voice was coming from, he saw a somewhat ragged looking male ahead of him. The youngster cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound more adult and less like the pup he was.
“I’m looking for the Phoenix Valley pack, Sir. Have I found it?”
He hoped the answer was yes. It didn’t occur to him that it might sound odd to the other male to be called ‘Sir’. It was a habit that his parents had taught him and his father had insisted on from the time Kasch was old enough to speak.
He jumped slightly, a bit startled, and started to assume a submissive posture out of habit. When he looked up to see where the voice was coming from, he saw a somewhat ragged looking male ahead of him. The youngster cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound more adult and less like the pup he was.
“I’m looking for the Phoenix Valley pack, Sir. Have I found it?”
He hoped the answer was yes. It didn’t occur to him that it might sound odd to the other male to be called ‘Sir’. It was a habit that his parents had taught him and his father had insisted on from the time Kasch was old enough to speak.