The Master and Pet Series
(Story by Littilwood)
CHAPTER TWO – A NEW PET
The cab drove up to a large colonial house with two levels and a large front yard. The rain had stopped and things started to dry, but there were still puddles in the yard and the flowerbeds. As the cab stopped, the wolf that had just saved the small black squirrel, stepped out onto the sidewalk.
With the squirrel in arms, he carefully stepped toward the house, where a large cat was waiting to open the door.
“Hello, master” the cat said, looking nervously into the dog’s arms. “OH! W-what happened?!” he shrieked, looking at the squirrel’s blood-soaked body. I-Is he going to be okay?” he asked, nearly in tears now.
“Relax, Kitty, The dog said, looking at the squirrel with a rather serious face, and then at his pet, changing his look from serious to a reassuring smile. “He’s going to be just fine.”
Kitty paused for a moment, still focusing on the squirrel in his master’s arms. “Please,” he said, looking up at the dog, “please let me know if there’s anything you need.”
The dog nodded as Kitty opened the door and they both stepped inside.
“Now Kitty. I thank you for helping me out in such short notice, but shouldn’t you be heading back?”
Kitty nodded and walked back outside, climbing into the cab. His master waited until the cab drove off before closing the door. He looked at the unconscious squirrel, still shaking in his arms, and smiled.
“ I’m going to take good care of you, little one. You’re going to be so happy here.”
He carried Littilwood into a large family-style room, and laid him down on a small bed in front of a large fireplace, but just close enough to keep him warm and not burn him after prolonged exposure to the flames. He examined the little guy over again, only this time, more thoroughly, making sure he didn’t miss anything the first time. He was in better lighting now, and he could see a lot better now than he could back there, particularly since he wasn’t being rained on. The diagnosis was just the same as before. Nothing broken, but he had a lot of wounds that needed cleaning up. He went and grabbed a lot of antiseptics. He carefully cleaned the wounds with soap and water and applied the proper medications before drying and wrapping the wounds. Some of the blood seeped through, so he added a second layer, cutting the tape and the bandages small enough so that they weren’t too large for the small mammal. When he finished after about 45 minutes of working just to make sure everything was cleaned up well and the wounds had all been properly treated and wrapped, he carefully covered Littilwood in a small blanket and carried him to the couch, holding him closely.
By then, he had stopped shaking and was finally calm.
A few hours later, the world returned to the small squirrel as his eyes slowly flickered and he began to open them. He was rather out of it for a while, until he noticed the dog. He freaked out and began to squirm, whining again, unable to find his voice. He could remember very little of the incident at first.
“It’s okay sweety,” the dog smiled lovingly. “I’m not going to hurt you”
Littilwood couldn’t move or do anything to get free; he felt he was in danger. He remembered the dogs that had attacked him, but it wasn’t until his memory blasted back to him that he remembered this one. And he calmed down immediately, his eyes filled with tears. He remembered this dog, the one who had saved him. He remembered a huge blast of light that rove the others away, and then this one. He remembered being picked up off the cold wet concrete and brought to a cab, and cradled until he blacked out.
He sat looking up at the dog; two expressions on his face that shown through his tears- apology, and gratitude. He wanted this dog to know how much he appreciated the help. He wanted him to know how sorry he was for running. The thoughts raced through his mind and the tears continued to flow. He had been through a lot, and he thought for sure he would die back there. He could feel the bandages on his arms. He knew this dog took care of him, but it also made him sad, knowing there was no way this dog could find room for him to stay, and he felt it would be greedy and ignorant to ask in the first place. Even when he thought he’d found his voice again, he couldn’t force the question.
“Its okay sweety” The dog said, holding him closely “You’re safe now.”
He wanted so bad to keep Littilwood, to take him in like he had done Kitty, but was so sure the small squirrel had someplace to go. He was so sure he would here it if he asked him. It would sound like Hey why don’t you come live with me. I will take care of you. And then he would get the response. I was actually on my way to go see my parents or my mate, or my master. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he’d like being a pet!
And Littilwood was asking himself the same thing, as these thoughts raced through his mind. Thank you for saving me, but… I don’t have a home. Can I stay here with you? He was so sure he’d get in return, Aww, I’m sorry, but I really don’t have room. I couldn’t take care of someone else… I’m sorry.
These were the thoughts that raced through both their minds. These were the thoughts that kept both parties from asking one another the obvious question. “Could they be together?”
“What your name?” The dog, asked thoughtfully.
“L-Littilwood.” The squirrel said rather quietly, still finding his voice in its fullest. He could still barely talk.
“Awww that’s an adorable name, sweety.” The dog said, smiling”
“T-thank you… for saving me. S-Sorry I ran from you.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to let those dogs hurt you. And as far as you running from me, well that’s all right. You didn’t know…”
“Y-you’re not like those other dogs-“
The dog giggled
“Sweety, I’m not a dog, I’m a wolf.” He smiled, “My name is Rune Warf.”
“I-Its nice to meet you,” Littil said trying to sit up, but felt a sharp pain in his arm, which he immediately grabbed.
He was pushed back down.
“Sweety, you need to stay like this for a while. Nothing was broken, be thankful for that, but you need to regain your strength” He paused for a moment, “and then you should probably get going. I’m sure you were on your way someplace.”
“N-no,” the squirrel said, groaning slightly as he lay back down. “I- I don’t have a home…”
“How come sweety? Parents? Mate?”
“N-no… nothing. I- I had a master, b-but… he- he couldn’t keep me… he couldn’t take care of me…”
More tears fell down from his eyes, remembering how abruptly he was tossed from the house, how his master had abandoned him…”
“H-He abandoned me!” He said quietly, trying to refrain from crying his little eyes out. “He yelled at me, and told me I wasn’t a good pet!”
“Awww sweety, don’t cry. He probably said that because he honestly couldn’t keep you. He had to get you out some way… He still loves you sweety… I’m sure of it… There’s nothing to not love about you… What wrong could you possibly do?”
Littilwood sniffled, still not feeling that much better about it.
“Sweety, trust me… he loves you… I’m sure he just couldn’t bear to watch you suffer… He knew you would go off and find a good home… someone who could take care of you…”
“But I don’t have a home,” he said, shaking through his tears
Rune smiled slightly, tears flowing from his own eyes. He couldn’t stand seeing Littilwood this way. He was happy now. He could keep this squirrel, and make him very very happy. He’d gotten just what he wanted and now he was going to give this little one what he needed.
“You do now sweety.” He said, still hugging him “I will take care of you… You have a home now…”
END OF CHAPTER TWO (TO BE CONTINUED)
