November 21, 2017 | Posted in WooFPAK Heroes
Come dawn, the members of the WooFPAK are ready to leave.
They load up what belongings had been unpacked, mostly just a few pieces of clothing, a bag with their own food and snacks for the animals.
WooFDriver shakes Donna’s hand. “Thanks so much for everything, Donna.”
She smiles at him. “I hope you’re able to get those videos online soon. We need to get more people aware of this sort of thing.”
But, of course, the humans aren’t the only ones saying their goodbyes.
The WooFPAK themselves have already been loaded up into the Jumbo Jet. The vehicle is parked next to a rather large stack of cut wood; Bluebell is sitting on top of the wood, looking in at the dogs.
She says, “you were okay for wolves. Most of you. Some of you were still rotten, but not as rotten as other wolves I’ve met.”
“And you were good for a rabbit,” says Jag. He wags his tail slowly several times. “Thanks for letting us stay with you.”
“My hooman let you stay here.” Bluebell rises up onto her hind legs and sniffs. “But it wasn’t awful, even though you are wolves, and wolves are usually awful.”
“You said that already,” grouses Princess, from her place in the very back row. “We know how awful you think we are.”
Jag hangs his head out the window. “And thank you,” he says, softer now. The pit crew are starting to get into the car, turning on the engine. “For helping us with the raccoon. I…I don’t think that I would have been so willing to help him.”
Bluebell’s eyes flash. She sniffs again, louder this time. “That’s because you’re wolves. Sometimes, wolves forget what it’s like to be small.”
Jag doesn’t pull his head in, even when the car pulls out of the driveway and starts back out into the forest. He watches the cabin until it’s nothing but a dark smear in the distance, until the trees have completely swallowed it all.
Sometimes, wolves forget what it’s like to be small.
Has he forgotten that?
More importantly, is there a way to change it?
He really, really hopes so.
As the sun creeps higher into the sky, the mood of the outing gets a little less dark. WooFDriver says, “I’m going to look up that trail she was talking about.”
Rhett asks, “you want to break off the main trail?”
“Turner’s Gap,” says WooFDriver, reading off of the page on his phone. “It’s dog friendly. Only about two miles long, so it would be a short detour. They say it’s near Annapolis Rock, and there are supposed to be some good places for rock scrambling.”
Chris asks, “what’s rock scrambling?”
“No clue,” says WooFDriver. “But the pictures are beautiful. I think it might be a good stop. Add some variation to the videos, you know? And, uh, just get our heads back on. It’s supposed to be pretty this time of year.”
“Gap,” echoes Chase. He stands up so fast that he nearly falls off of the bench seat. “Do you think we’re going to get to jump over things? Man, I wanna jump over some things! I like going to all of these places, but we’re also in the car a lot and the rides are kind of boring. Maybe I can bring a stick on when we get back from the Gap?”
“I don’t want a stick on our seat,” whines Zarro. “It’s going to take up too much room!”
As if to prove a point, Zarro stretches out as far as he can onto the bench seat.
Chase steps over Zarro so he can get to the other window. “I’ll keep it on my side of the seat, Zarro. Don’t worry. It won’t bother you at all!”
Katelynn E Koontz – Author