Survivors by Erin Hunter

Author:Erin Hunter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2018-03-21T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Storm trotted through the trees, feeling the early light of the Sun-Dog on her back and a cool breeze stirring her fur. Many of the Sun-Dog’s journeys had passed since the birth of the pups, and the weather was starting to change. There was a feeling of expectation in the air and a chill on the ground in the mornings.

The scents of prey were all around her, and she took a moment to thank the Forest-Dog for this plenty. She knew she would be able to catch enough to feed herself, Bella, and Arrow, even though Bella was still making milk to feed the pups. It was a luxury she wasn’t used to, being able to pause and sample the different prey scents that crisscrossed the forest floor, working out which creatures would make the best meal.

Just another way this Pack is better than the Wild Pack, she thought. And it is my Pack now. Her life here had begun with both joy and tragedy, but Arrow and Bella had taken Peaceful’s advice, and though they still mourned Tufty, they were focused on their living pups.

And Storm, too. Not a day went by when Bella didn’t thank her for bringing Peaceful to their aid. We only have a Pack, she’d said, because of you, Storm.

She had never been in a Pack before where every Packmate, without exception, understood and loved her. Bella and Arrow had even told her she would be welcome to sleep in their den, but Storm had refused. She still, every so often, found that she had sleepwalked—usually only a few pawsteps out of the camp, but it was enough for her to be sure she didn’t want to be in danger of stepping on the pups or disturbing Bella’s precious sleep. She had her own den, in a small hollow that she’d dug out underneath a jutting rock, behind a wall of vines. It was cozy, and safe, and all her own. And if she ever missed the warmth and comfort of other dogs, she knew where she could find them.

Perhaps their Pack wasn’t the biggest, but she was sure it was the best.

As she raised her head to sniff out the trail of a weasel she was following, a leaf dropped out of the air and tumbled across Storm’s muzzle on its way to the ground. It was brown and it crunched when she nosed it.

Red Leaf was coming.

She knew it from the cooling of the air, as well as the change in the trees. It explained the abundance of prey, too—the creatures had all had a good Long Light, had grown fat and sleepy. The lean times were ahead, but Storm was confident that the Pack would be able to weather them here.

The time had passed so quickly.

Perhaps that’s what happens when you’re happy?

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