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Uncle Moon’s shirt had one word printed in large letters—WOOF. Kinda funny. Kinda perfect.
“Am I allowed to ask about your ears and stuff?”
Furred knuckles brushed Coop’s cheek. “Not today.”
“Okay. Wanna come to the house?”
Boon said, “I don’t think so. Play out here until the mares say so.”
“Play?” Torloo grumbled. “I am not a cub.”
Coop couldn’t agree more. “I’m fourteen.”
Ruffling his younger brother’s hair, Boon said, “Let Daroo know you’re borrowing his not-a-kid. We can hunt while we patrol.”
Torloo’s gaze slipped out of focus, then grew puzzled. “Daroo recommends Coop’s rabbit stew.”
Posted: February 9, 2024
Prompt: Perfect, suggested by momo203
Words: 100
Summary: Cole Pfeiffer-Cooper, who prefers to be called Coop, became part of a pack way before the world found out about the Amaranthine. An Amaranthine Saga & Songs serial. Cozy Fantasy. Slice-of-Life. Family. Pack. Begins here. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Coop & the Elderbough Trackers tag.
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