Zanner!!
Teen
Pup
Male
No known nicknames….
Family:
..............Serenity + Regelan
....................... V
Mat + Reena ----Andrus---Arriana + Jazzy
V
Zanner -- Tyki -- Lars -- Orion
Zanner’s brave and doens't mind finding out about strangers. He ventured out into a storm when he was a little kid.
And the story begins….
Prompt:
Lightning crashes, and thunder booms. The wind howls in the pitch black night, as you huddle down further into the rotting log. You were separated from your family, when the flood waters took you and carried you downstream. You shiver as the rain leaks through the decaying wood, to drip onto your fur. Will you brave the storm and venture out, or will you wait for it to pass? What will you encounter on this long black night? Will you ever find your family again?
Zanner shivers and curls his once white tail across his nose tighter, though it does nothing for the dripping water. What he wouldn’t give for his dry fur back but the dousing and tossing in the river ruined that. He flinches every time the thunder rolls and peaks out of his rotting log whenever he sees a lightning flash, though by the time his nose is out the hole he entered from the sky is pitch dark again. He sighs.
Well this isn’t doing any good for me…. His stomach rumbles.
“Great…I’m hungry and it’s storming,” Zanner uncurls and sticks his head out of the log, instantly getting drenched and considers his options. He’s got no idea where mom and dad are, he’s hungry and there’s a giant storm ready to eat him outside. …yeah, little going my way tonight isn’t it? He hears a rustling above him and a painful shriek of defiance to the sky.
“What’s that??” Zanner says to the sky, and shivering he decides moving from the wretched, leaking, smelly log is a better choice than staying and freezing. He squirms his way out of the log and just whipped his tail out, now a murky brown rather than the striking white it’s supposed to be when the cry cuts across the night again. Zanner starts and looks up at the trees with wide eyes when he sees a sleek form dart across the sky.
“Hello?” Zanner asks the sky again nervously and jumps off the ground when it seems to answer with a roll of thunder before a voice in the night catches his attention.
“Such a wet creature…out in the night…so small….what’s your name child?”
Zanner looks about and finally finds the source of the voice, a tree, or rather the bird in the tree, sitting on the bottom most branch above him. He blinks.
“My name? Zanner….Can you help me?” Zanner asks plantivily, looking up at the bird but careful not to fall over or sit down, since the ground out here is even wetter than the log.
The shriek carries across the wood again and he realizes it’s the bird he was speaking to which makes him shiver.
“Wet miserable Zanner.” The bird seems to laugh and then bobs his head off to the left. “There’s a stream that way.” The bird replies before letting out another shriek and taking off into the night, quickly disappearing.
Zanner frowns. “Well THAT was helpful…why would I want more water??” But he starts off in that direction, any direction was better than none. He wanders in the direction the bird gave him, starting and cowering at every thunder or crackle in the bush and hating himself for doing so.
“When will I quit being afraid of everything??” He yells at the rain, which makes him feel a little better.
Zanner stops at the edge of the clearing, just outside of a clearing where he can hear the patter of the rainwater on the surface of the stream. He creeps around the edge of the clearing, not wanting to go out into the open, little as he was, like mom said, no puppy should be without someone big to help them scare away the bad guys.
Well He though, the bad guys couldn’t get him if they couldn’t see him. He tucks his tail and flattens his ears, hiding the white on his body best as he could.
He comes around to where the stream meets the woods and he watches the water with it’s broken patterns in the rain before he notices something smaller than him on the same side of the bank as himself with it’s paws in the water. It was a raccoon though he didn’t know this. He settles in the wet grass to watch it for a little while. The creature takes up so much of his attention that he stops noticing the wetness in his fur and he forgets to start at all the thunder. He sits for so long it seems before the creature snatches it’s paws back to land with something big and wiggly in it’s grasp. It bites the things widest part and Zanner realizes it’s fish. He stands up to talk but the creature sees him and runs away with it’s prize.
“Aww man…I just wanted to know if he’s share…” Zanner blows air out his nose. Aren’t these creatures just soooo helpful aren’t they…. He wanders over to where the raccoon was and looks down into the water to discover that it’s a deep hole, where fish like to swim and sometimes come close to the surface, he can see their shimmering bodies below the water, even in the storm. Zanner’s stomach rumbles again in a moment of silence from the storm and he sticks his nose out across the water, his body rigid and his tail sticking straight out, waving in the wind.
A fish jumps out of the water and Zanner snaps his little puppy teeth at it and misses entirely. He growls in frustration but shifts so he’s laying and tries again as the storm continues to rage about him, though it shows signs of letting up he doesn’t notice, concentrating on the shimmering bodies. An hour later he’s shivering violently and his pelt is completely bedraggled but his muzzle is still out over the water, half open when yet another fish leaps out of the water and he snaps at this one too, and very much to his surprise his teeth dig into it’s flesh and he nearly drops it before pulling himself back onto shore, his teeth clamped into the fish.
“Wow!” Zanner says, dropping the fish in the process and he stands, accidentally stepping on it and squishing it’s head. “Eww!” He says, picking up his paw before noticing the fish isn’t wiggling anymore and it looks almost just like how his dad would bring fish home for them and he sags onto the ground next to it before pulling it between his paws and biting it. Several times he tried, his little pointy teeth sliding across the fish’s slippery scales until he succeeded in riping a piece off and swallowing it.
“Mmm..FUSH!!” Zanner says, with said fish still in his mouth. He angled his head and gobbled the rest of it, careful not to eat the icky-stick-in-your-throat-bones. He sighed when he was mostly done, being a puppy he didn’t have the skills to completely pick the fish clean. He turns his head to the water rushing past, feeling again the water soaking through his fur.
“I’m gonna get sick and they’re going to be mad!” He says to the water before it clicks. Water was near their den and he remembered that his parents said there wasn’t another stream for a long while and they were lucky to have their den so close to it. Though right now he thought it was very unlucky, it was also a good thing. He shouldn’t have traveled too far from it when he ran away from the water after being dunked, plus he just hadn’t had the energy to do so he guessed that this was the same stream. He stood up and bapped the water with a paw, a rather puppyish move, but he remembered the water at their den being colder and clearer than it was here. He smiled, proud that he remembered details like that and also that he knew now that his den was somewhere upstream closer to the source of the water.
Zanner sniffs the air and wanders out around 10 feet from the river, not wanting to fall in again, though his fishing trip helped to calm his fears. He starts to walk upstream with his nose near the ground, his ears forward and his tail tucked so he doesn’t get any more soaked than he is, though that’s impossible except maybe for water in his ears. He walks and walks and walks, until he thinks he’s gone the wrong direction when the storm finally gives out and lets a ray of moonlight hit the water, and it makes him smile. But more importantly, that light lets him see a part of the stream and he recognizes the spot as a play spot for him and his siblings. He halts and lifts his head back with a smile, before letting out a howl, for him his first, this being the first thing that has really made him want to howl. He jumps and falls over when he’s answered by two adult wolves not far up the stream. As he untangles himself from himself and the tall grass he realizes he knows those howls and jumps for joy as the rain slacks off into a drizzle. He stands and shakes himself off several times before his fur will move like it’s supposed to. He tips his head back, sitting the proper way this time and howls again before bounding towards where the responding howls originate from. He tumbles out of the bracken surrounding their den and rolls to a stop, passing under both his parents and lies in a heap in the mud.
From the ground he yips happily. “Ma! Pa!!”
"Zanner!!!" His parents cry and then his dad adds, "You smell like mud and fish, and you need a bath!"
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