Dingo © Dark Paws

Pikatti © Dark Paws

Pikatti ran into the trees.

“Wait!” Dingo cried. He puffed and panted. He was usually a fast runner but lack of food made it hard to keep up. He skidded to a stop. It was dark in the forest because the treetops blocked the sunlight. The ground was uncomfortably damp.

“Where are you?” he called out.

“Over here,” came a voice.

Dingo swivelled round to where the voice had come from. He could just make out her red coat against the trees. He ran to her.

“Wait here,” she commanded firmly, “I need to talk to Fuego.”

“Who?”

“Just wait!” she hissed.

“Eh ok…” Dingo felt a little nervous. Just who was Fuego?

Dingo waited as she walked off. The forest had so many interesting and exciting smells. He flopped down to the ground. He thought about the day’s events.

After a long time Pikatti padded up to him.

“You can stay for the time being,” she looked around, “I guess you’ll just need to prove yourself to the pack.”

Dingo nodded.

“Come, you can speak to Fuego now,” and with that she walked off not really caring if he followed her or not.

Dingo got up and followed her. He was curious, he didn’t understand the ways of the wolf but he was ready to find out!

To be continued…