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The Night Owl Pup
10 years ago
Well it seems I am awake in the early hours (again) unable to sleep.
The pup perked her ears up, what was that noise? The thing that sounded like the wind rattling a window but smelled like something else. The moment of silence, when her mind plays tricks, when silence itself is so quiet it arouses suspicion. A floorboard creaks somewhere in the other side of the house, the heat of the day cooling? settling boards? Yes that would be it, but for the scent, that deep fragrance that she knows but cannot place. An instinctive smell, something passed down in her genes, something she knows but has never come across. It grows stronger, the sounds of the night filter through the nearby window, wind, rain, the gate banging gently against its frame, but they do not distract her from the smell that fills her nose. That pervasive, intoxicating aroma, but wait .... the sound... no longer the creaking of boards but the padding of paws, closer, more clear. She stirs, rising slowly from her soft bed, she feels warm, not the warmth that comes from the comfort of her bed, but a heat radiating from inside her. Cautiously, hesitantly, she takes a step forward her paws pressing into the cold floor and the low growl stops her in her tracks. Though the tone is low, deep and ferral she does not fear it, she tilts her head, her soft green eyes straining into the inky darkness. Movement, slow at first but she detects it as she sees his form appear in the gloom, muscular, stocky, his shaggy coat does nothing to hide the powerful look of his haunches. She lowers her head to the ground, her body sloping upward to her short tail, raised up and still. She submits to him, her eyes gaze upward, willingly powerless she whines gently as he approaches.
The pup perked her ears up, what was that noise? The thing that sounded like the wind rattling a window but smelled like something else. The moment of silence, when her mind plays tricks, when silence itself is so quiet it arouses suspicion. A floorboard creaks somewhere in the other side of the house, the heat of the day cooling? settling boards? Yes that would be it, but for the scent, that deep fragrance that she knows but cannot place. An instinctive smell, something passed down in her genes, something she knows but has never come across. It grows stronger, the sounds of the night filter through the nearby window, wind, rain, the gate banging gently against its frame, but they do not distract her from the smell that fills her nose. That pervasive, intoxicating aroma, but wait .... the sound... no longer the creaking of boards but the padding of paws, closer, more clear. She stirs, rising slowly from her soft bed, she feels warm, not the warmth that comes from the comfort of her bed, but a heat radiating from inside her. Cautiously, hesitantly, she takes a step forward her paws pressing into the cold floor and the low growl stops her in her tracks. Though the tone is low, deep and ferral she does not fear it, she tilts her head, her soft green eyes straining into the inky darkness. Movement, slow at first but she detects it as she sees his form appear in the gloom, muscular, stocky, his shaggy coat does nothing to hide the powerful look of his haunches. She lowers her head to the ground, her body sloping upward to her short tail, raised up and still. She submits to him, her eyes gaze upward, willingly powerless she whines gently as he approaches.
