Chapter 92
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Chapter 92
The courtyard, once having seemed so large, was beginning to be insufficient for Antons uses. He noticed it especially when practicing archery, how its relative size had diminished. He barely even had time for his arrows to build up speed before he had to disintegrate them. Firing them up into the sky wasnt any better, since it was hard to test his accuracy that way. The wind whipping above the courtyard didnt help. He would need to petition to move to larger accommodations or at least closer to the proper archery ranges. It was still far to just run on over when he wanted a bit of practice.
His new bow was still a problem. He hadnt thought he would be able to suddenly put it to use at the twelfth star, but hed sort of expected some change. The swirls of wind in his courtyard couldnt distract him from his task. Create a string with energy. Then an arrow, and pull. His muscles strained and his energy tensed, and the only thing he got was sore fingertips.
Was the string too thin? It was made of his own energy, so it was able to cut through his defenses if he wasnt careful. Fortunately it didnt easily hurt him, but it dug into the tips of his fingers after some repetitions. And the string didnt move, unless he extended it. The bow bent not even a single millimeter. Still, it was an interesting way to train his abilities even if he couldnt shoot it. Forming shapes with pure energy other than arrows was something he didnt do as often. He could make pretty much any shape he wanted, but having them keep their form under stress was much harder.
A door clicked in the opposite corner courtyard. That was a problem that still needed dealing with. Anton sighed.
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Life should have been good for Fuzz. Plentiful food, as much as he needed. He didnt need to hunt for it, but he could when he wanted to. He had a den to stay in, though he had to learn to clean off mud before he could do so. That was a useful exercise, shedding unwanted things from his paws and the rest of his body.
Outside of the den he had space to run, and so so many pack members. Hed tried to count them, but there were many dozens and he simply didnt have a way to count that high. He was growing stronger, both through his own efforts and the care of Catarina. In some places his body was still missing parts of him, where the moss had grown into him, but for the most part he was healthy. He could run on all of his legs over the vast stretches of pack territory- though usually he couldnt do so alone.
Everything should have been right, but something was wrong. And Fuzz was going to find out what. Anton was back. He was still the same. Hoyt was further away, but he seemed to be doing well. It was the third leader of their sub-pack that was a problem. The one closest to Fuzz, Catarina. She was not right, ever since they arrived.
Then his mouth closed around Timothys ankle. He got kicked in the side, but Fuzz almost found it amusing. It was a bit more than he would have expected for simple roughhousing, but he could tell Timothy was not using his full power. Not yet. So he had to hurry.
Fuzz leaped, nearly straight up. If he couldnt drag Timothy along the ground, he would carry him through the air. The ankle came with him, not able to drag against anything, and Timothy dangled head down as they rose. Then his ankle was once more below them as they descended. Fuzz made sure his paws touched the ground first so he could jump at a better angle, with Timothy flailing as they slid smoothly over the fence, only catching on it once and bumping his head. But he had defensive energy so it was fine.
Fuzz! Catarina chastised him. Stop that!
Fuzz stopped. He wasnt planning to jump over the wall again anyway. He didnt let go of Timothy though, even though he whined and complained. He didnt get to order Fuzz around unless he acted like a pack member.
For some reason, Catarina was unreasonably upset at Fuzz for jumping over the wall. He couldnt quite get what she was saying because she was having trouble speaking properly. Humans didnt speak so well when they were upset, and it was already hard to understand them. Then Anton came over the wall, and she didnt get mad at him at all! What an unfair double standard.
Fuzz dropped Timothys ankle and pushed him with his nose towards Catarina and Anton. They were supposed to be friends and spend time together, but they hadnt even gotten close enough to get their scent on each other since they came to the big pack. Completely unacceptable.
I think I get it, Anton said as he pulled Timothy to his feet.
Yes! Good! The old one was a wise pack leader. But they didnt immediately start to familiarize themselves with each other again. Fuzz ran around and rubbed up against all of them so they would remember how to do it, but they didnt quite seem to get it. They were talking, though. That was good. The scents of their energies mingled slightly, at least, though Fuzz really thought they should touch more. Would he have to be the one to do all the work?
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Chapter 92
The courtyard, once having seemed so large, was beginning to be insufficient for Antons uses. He noticed it especially when practicing archery, how its relative size had diminished. He barely even had time for his arrows to build up speed before he had to disintegrate them. Firing them up into the sky wasnt any better, since it was hard to test his accuracy that way. The wind whipping above the courtyard didnt help. He would need to petition to move to larger accommodations or at least closer to the proper archery ranges. It was still far to just run on over when he wanted a bit of practice.
His new bow was still a problem. He hadnt thought he would be able to suddenly put it to use at the twelfth star, but hed sort of expected some change. The swirls of wind in his courtyard couldnt distract him from his task. Create a string with energy. Then an arrow, and pull. His muscles strained and his energy tensed, and the only thing he got was sore fingertips.
Was the string too thin? It was made of his own energy, so it was able to cut through his defenses if he wasnt careful. Fortunately it didnt easily hurt him, but it dug into the tips of his fingers after some repetitions. And the string didnt move, unless he extended it. The bow bent not even a single millimeter. Still, it was an interesting way to train his abilities even if he couldnt shoot it. Forming shapes with pure energy other than arrows was something he didnt do as often. He could make pretty much any shape he wanted, but having them keep their form under stress was much harder.
A door clicked in the opposite corner courtyard. That was a problem that still needed dealing with. Anton sighed.
-----
Life should have been good for Fuzz. Plentiful food, as much as he needed. He didnt need to hunt for it, but he could when he wanted to. He had a den to stay in, though he had to learn to clean off mud before he could do so. That was a useful exercise, shedding unwanted things from his paws and the rest of his body.
Outside of the den he had space to run, and so so many pack members. Hed tried to count them, but there were many dozens and he simply didnt have a way to count that high. He was growing stronger, both through his own efforts and the care of Catarina. In some places his body was still missing parts of him, where the moss had grown into him, but for the most part he was healthy. He could run on all of his legs over the vast stretches of pack territory- though usually he couldnt do so alone.
Everything should have been right, but something was wrong. And Fuzz was going to find out what. Anton was back. He was still the same. Hoyt was further away, but he seemed to be doing well. It was the third leader of their sub-pack that was a problem. The one closest to Fuzz, Catarina. She was not right, ever since they arrived.
Then his mouth closed around Timothys ankle. He got kicked in the side, but Fuzz almost found it amusing. It was a bit more than he would have expected for simple roughhousing, but he could tell Timothy was not using his full power. Not yet. So he had to hurry.
Fuzz leaped, nearly straight up. If he couldnt drag Timothy along the ground, he would carry him through the air. The ankle came with him, not able to drag against anything, and Timothy dangled head down as they rose. Then his ankle was once more below them as they descended. Fuzz made sure his paws touched the ground first so he could jump at a better angle, with Timothy flailing as they slid smoothly over the fence, only catching on it once and bumping his head. But he had defensive energy so it was fine.
Fuzz! Catarina chastised him. Stop that!
Fuzz stopped. He wasnt planning to jump over the wall again anyway. He didnt let go of Timothy though, even though he whined and complained. He didnt get to order Fuzz around unless he acted like a pack member.
For some reason, Catarina was unreasonably upset at Fuzz for jumping over the wall. He couldnt quite get what she was saying because she was having trouble speaking properly. Humans didnt speak so well when they were upset, and it was already hard to understand them. Then Anton came over the wall, and she didnt get mad at him at all! What an unfair double standard.
Fuzz dropped Timothys ankle and pushed him with his nose towards Catarina and Anton. They were supposed to be friends and spend time together, but they hadnt even gotten close enough to get their scent on each other since they came to the big pack. Completely unacceptable.
I think I get it, Anton said as he pulled Timothy to his feet.
Yes! Good! The old one was a wise pack leader. But they didnt immediately start to familiarize themselves with each other again. Fuzz ran around and rubbed up against all of them so they would remember how to do it, but they didnt quite seem to get it. They were talking, though. That was good. The scents of their energies mingled slightly, at least, though Fuzz really thought they should touch more. Would he have to be the one to do all the work?
Chapter 92The courtyard, once having seemed so large, was beginning to be insufficient for Antons uses. He noticed it especially when practicing archery, how its relative size had diminished. He barely even had time for his arrows to build up speed before he had to disintegrate them. Firing them up into the sky wasnt any better, since it was hard to test his accuracy that way. The wind whipping above the courtyard didnt help. He would need to petition to move to larger accommodations or at least closer to the proper archery ranges. It was still far to just run on over when he wanted a bit of practice.His new bow was still a problem. He hadnt thought he would be able to suddenly put it to use at the twelfth star, but hed sort of expected some change. The swirls of wind in his courtyard couldnt distract him from his task. Create a string with energy. Then an arrow, and pull. His muscles strained and his energy tensed, and the only thing he got was sore fingertips.Was the string too thin? It was made of his own energy, so it was able to cut through his defenses if he wasnt careful. Fortunately it didnt easily hurt him, but it dug into the tips of his fingers after some repetitions. And the string didnt move, unless he extended it. The bow bent not even a single millimeter. Still, it was an interesting way to train his abilities even if he couldnt shoot it. Forming shapes with pure energy other than arrows was something he didnt do as often. He could make pretty much any shape he wanted, but having them keep their form under stress was much harder.A door clicked in the opposite corner courtyard. That was a problem that still needed dealing with. Anton sighed.-----Life should have been good for Fuzz. Plentiful food, as much as he needed. He didnt need to hunt for it, but he could when he wanted to. He had a den to stay in, though he had to learn to clean off mud before he could do so. That was a useful exercise, shedding unwanted things from his paws and the rest of his body. Outside of the den he had space to run, and so so many pack members. Hed tried to count them, but there were many dozens and he simply didnt have a way to count that high. He was growing stronger, both through his own efforts and the care of Catarina. In some places his body was still missing parts of him, where the moss had grown into him, but for the most part he was healthy. He could run on all of his legs over the vast stretches of pack territory- though usually he couldnt do so alone. Everything should have been right, but something was wrong. And Fuzz was going to find out what. Anton was back. He was still the same. Hoyt was further away, but he seemed to be doing well. It was the third leader of their sub-pack that was a problem. The one closest to Fuzz, Catarina. She was not right, ever since they arrived.Then his mouth closed around Timothys ankle. He got kicked in the side, but Fuzz almost found it amusing. It was a bit more than he would have expected for simple roughhousing, but he could tell Timothy was not using his full power. Not yet. So he had to hurry. Fuzz leaped, nearly straight up. If he couldnt drag Timothy along the ground, he would carry him through the air. The ankle came with him, not able to drag against anything, and Timothy dangled head down as they rose. Then his ankle was once more below them as they descended. Fuzz made sure his paws touched the ground first so he could jump at a better angle, with Timothy flailing as they slid smoothly over the fence, only catching on it once and bumping his head. But he had defensive energy so it was fine.Fuzz! Catarina chastised him. Stop that!Fuzz stopped. He wasnt planning to jump over the wall again anyway. He didnt let go of Timothy though, even though he whined and complained. He didnt get to order Fuzz around unless he acted like a pack member.For some reason, Catarina was unreasonably upset at Fuzz for jumping over the wall. He couldnt quite get what she was saying because she was having trouble speaking properly. Humans didnt speak so well when they were upset, and it was already hard to understand them. Then Anton came over the wall, and she didnt get mad at him at all! What an unfair double standard.Fuzz dropped Timothys ankle and pushed him with his nose towards Catarina and Anton. They were supposed to be friends and spend time together, but they hadnt even gotten close enough to get their scent on each other since they came to the big pack. Completely unacceptable.I think I get it, Anton said as he pulled Timothy to his feet.Yes! Good! The old one was a wise pack leader. But they didnt immediately start to familiarize themselves with each other again. Fuzz ran around and rubbed up against all of them so they would remember how to do it, but they didnt quite seem to get it. They were talking, though. That was good. The scents of their energies mingled slightly, at least, though Fuzz really thought they should touch more. Would he have to be the one to do all the work?
