TRIO: Chapter Three
Light dappled the ground beneath Madrone’s paws and heated their pelt. When they looked up, it felt like the sun was staring down at them through the bustle of pine needles and branches, glaring with its fierce light. Their legs were moving, and they were going somewhere, that was for sure, but to where they hadn’t a clue. Luna and Keith drudged behind them. The wounds on Keith’s flank seemed severe enough to warrant a stop and check. But when Madrone signaled to speak to Shark, the mysterious leader of this enigmatic pack of dogs, the golden wolf-dog gave a warning growl.
The smell of fear was coming off of Madrone and their friends in droves. It made Madrone self-conscious; too self-conscious, to the point where they wanted to turn tail and run away in shame. They recalled their mother’s words. You don’t emote like other dogs do. Be mindful of that.
To Madrone’s dismay, Shark turned his meaty head to the dogs a