June 19, 2017 | Posted in WooFPAK Heroes

“We can’t just leave it out here,” says WooFDriver, lips pulling into a heavy frown. “Look at that leg. It can’t stand, let alone run if something spots it.”

“I hate hunters that leave these traps,” grumbles Chris. “Is it even deer season? I mean, when can you even legally do this to a deer?”

Rhett purses his lips together. It draws heavy creases over his face. “I don’t know. I don’t get the point in traps like this. Yeah, you’ve got the animal all caught up but – I mean, it’s stuck out here, hurt, until you drag yourself back to this area. That’s kind of cruel, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is,” says Veran. The great stag shakes his head, and he snorts. “But humans don’t care about that. The people who use these traps, they just want an easy catch. Dog, please, can they help my child?”

“I’m sure that they can,” says Zarro. He turns, looking at the gathered humans with wide, wet eyes. “Right, WooFDriver?”

The human has never let him down before. Zarro knows, in his heart, that WooFDriver won’t let him down this time, either.

“We need to try and help it,” says WooFDriver, after a moment of thought. “Someone look up where we can take that thing. I’m going to see how close I can get?”

Moving slowly, WooFDriver steps up to the young deer. Kilah looks over his shoulder, frantic, scared, and hurt. The little deer asks, “dad?”

“Stay still,” instructs the stag, and it looks as though it takes every ounce of courage to utter those words. “Trust this human, just as I trust this dog. He says that the man won’t hurt you, Kilah. We must believe that.”

Kilah whines but doesn’t move, even as WooFDriver kneels down in front of the little deer.

“Easy,” coos WooFDriver. “I’m not going to hurt you, little one. We’re going to make sure you get taken care of.”

Chris says, “I’ve got the number of someone in town. Lady takes in hurt wildlife from the trails. I guess this counts?”

“Give her a call,” says WooFDriver, keeping his words light and his voice soft. “We want to make sure this little thing gets all the care and attention that he needs.”

Slowly, WooFDriver wraps one arm around the little doe’s chest. He slips the other underneath of the doe’s hind end and hefts her up with a grunt. Kilah struggles for a moment, kicking her long, slender legs – and then she goes limp, letting them hang without pressure, head dropping down and ears slack.

“It’s okay,” promises Zarro. “My humans will help, I swear.”

Princess nods. “You can follow us. They’re going to take your child to someone that can fix her leg.”

Jag shakes his head. “This is crazy. What happened to my quiet night?”

Chase says, “it was run over by the train, I guess. Or, uh, by Zarro?” He yawns, smacking his teeth together. “At least we get to go back in the Jumbo Jet. Right? They’re probably going to load all of us in the Jumbo Jet.”

WooFDriver takes a moment to adjust his grip on the little deer, holding her more securely against his chest. “It’s okay, buddy. We’re going to take care of this little one.” He takes a step backwards and then a second one, eyes glued to the stag. “Easy, boy. It’s alright. I’ll take good care of him.”

Veran snorts and shakes his head. “Go,” he tells Zarro. “Watch my child. I must go find my mate.”

“He’ll be taken care of,” promises Zarro, one last time. And then, he turns tail, and he follows the humans back to the tracks.

They load up camp in a flurry of motion. Rhett keeps getting on the phone, making calls to different people. WooFDriver puts the young doe on the front bench seat of the Jumbo Jet, where Jag usually sits. Then, after much consideration, he puts Jag up in the front passenger seat, between WooFDriver’s feet.

Chris has wrapped a spare tee-shirt around Kilah’s back leg to help stop the blood, and the dogs are all straining to try and look at the little thing.

“Alright,” says Chris, finally sliding in behind the steering wheel. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

The GPS flares to life, with the address of one Donna Wilson displayed. It’s an hour and a half away. WooFDriver runs his fingers through Jag’s fur and nods. “The great road trip USA, huh?”

Zarro lays down next to Chase, utterly exhausted. He says, “I’m going to sleep. Wake me when we get there.”


Katelynn E Koontz – Author