I was still a pup so I took on the size of an adult dog. What would happen when I reached full growth? This question ran through my head all the time as the days pasted. Sasha continued to take care of me but I ran into a few scraps. I kept on changing into my human form when she wasn't around and I would always run into her as one point or another. She would always say hi and continue on her way. If I saw she was on her way back to the box I would take the long way around and beat her there. I sometimes cut it really close.
As the days continued the image of her seemed to be burned into my mind for a wolf doesn't remember usually over a week for they don't really care for memories. She had light brown hair and she always wore a blue shirt. She had very worn out pants with several patches. She had a change of shorts for hot days. One of the really warm winter days that we were lucky enough to get I saw the really bad scare on her left leg. I walked over to her and licked it.
She petted me and said, "That happened a long time ago when I was separated from my family. The house we lived in had caught fire and my Dad in an attempt to save my life bundled me up and threw me out the window. Then the house exploded and glass and wood went everywhere. A piece flew at me and cut my leg. I was only five at that age but I learned how to live on my own"
It was quiet a good story. It made me kinda sad for Sasha and it showed we had a lot in common. We had both lost are parents at a young age. I felt something on my head and I looked up. Sasha was crying. I licked at her face. I knew I should at least stay with her till I was older and I could live on my own. I bet I could live on my own at the same time this girl really could. All she needed was company.
The days pasted on quietly for it being a city. But one day all wasn't well. I had been gone for a bit for a guard had caught me without the piece of rope on and had chased me for a bit. When I came back Sasha tied me to the bar again even though it wasn't my fault. I now knew it was a gas line to the building and I often listened to the his going through it. But this time the rope hardly protected me from the other humans.
I was sleeping and I heard voices. The same voices from a while back. The kids from a couple of weeks ago turned a corner. They were all laughing and smiling. They had food in there hands. They must have stolen it. I didn't care if they stole or what ever but when the oldest one saw me his smile faded and he dropped the food. The others followed his gaze. I could see he had a bandage on his hand from the bite I had given him.
Then all of a sudden he got an evil look on his face. He motioned for the others to come closer. They whispered very quietly so I couldn't hear. Then they all turned and faced me. They all pulled something out of there pocket. Some of them pulled out a tool of some sort and the last one pulled out a length of rope. I didn't like were this was going one bit.
The older middle aged one had the rope. He walked toward me very slowly. He made a knot in the middle of the rope. I growled. I got in the lunging position. The boy still walked closer. He was getting to close for comfort. He double knotted it to make a bigger knot. My breathing quickened and my heart raced. An evil smile crossed all the boys faces. I lunged at the boy.
The rope holding me to the building was just long enough to reach him but it wasn't that rope that had stopped me. I had lunged at the boy and he had brought up the huge knot he had made. My muzzle closed over in and I was cut short. With the shocking stop I was stunned. Just enough time for the boy to rap the rope around my muzzle a few times. Then the others took out some rope to. I became un-stunned but it was to late. The boy had made a really good knot around my muzzle and I couldn't pull it off. I shrank into a corner. The boys walked forward.
The oldest one kicked me and I lay down and rolled over from the pain. I was being submissive. They knew I was the wolf and they had apparently did there homework for they took this position to there advantage. They tied my front legs together and my back legs together. I struggled and whined but the knot muffled my whines so they came out as a very very low squeak.
Then I saw what there tools were for. They weren't tools but they were weapons. They each picked up a rock and loaded there slingshot. Then they continuosly shot there rocks at me. I attempted several yelps but they only came out a sqeaks and squaks. There was no escape. After a few minutes of torture they left me tied up. I tried to move but it hurt to. I was covered with marks and bumps. I tried to move a bit closer to the box. I managed about three feet in half an hour. The boys had really gotten me tied up. I gave up after a while.
Then that wasn't the least of my worries. Sasha had tied it close enough to the box I could retreat into there if it rained and it started to pour. I was tired. hurt, tied up, and soaked. Then the crows came back to hurt me even more. Crows have really bad tempures and can hold a grudge. About ten of them during the down pour came and started to peak me. I swished my tail and I thrashed to try and scare them but they weren't fooled. They pecked my head and my body. This continued for several minutes intill they flew off. I heard a squel. I couldn't see who it was for they were behind the box which ment they couldn't see me.
Sasha's face came over the edge of the box. It did have a smile on it till she saw me. She let out a gasp of horror.
"You poor thing. Who did this" I let out a whine that ended in another squeak. She lifted up my lip to see why I squeaked. She thumped her hand against the box. "The Dronum boys did it. This is there mark. Any animal that they find almost defenseless they do it even more by muzzleing them. I'm so sorry I should have just let you wander. I'm going to do this slow. First your feet then your muzzle" Then she set to work. She untied me and then she hugged me. She gave me lots of food that night.
Little did I know that she was going to have a even bigger surprise for me.
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