The Lost One [Open]

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Pumpkin

The white and orange puppy weaved through the trees. Sunlight dappled the ground in a beautifully intricate design. The puppy stopped and looked around. Oh great. He was lost once again! He sighed and listened for any sounds of running water or other wolves. Not having any family or companions, this puppy had to grow up fast. Proud of the fact that he was mature, the pup puffed out his white chest and stalked toward the nearest tree. It was a tall tree with very low branches. Maybe he could get a better view from up there. Crouching, he prepared to jump....

A leaf!! Oh boy! A falling leaf! The puppy lost all train of thought and rushed after the falling red leaf. Leaping and twirling, the little wolf was unable to catch the leaf before it hit the ground. He sat down panting and pouted. Next time he would catch it. Next time. But for now, the day was perfect and he was tired. 

Relaxing in the shade of the trees, the puppy placed his front legs flat on the ground. Shifting into a slightly more comfortable position, he began to lower his head. The moment his head touched his paws, he was out. He was now dreaming of a nice, juicy, fat rabbit. Drool dripped from his lips as he slept in the shade of the towering trees. 

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The orange pup awoke and discovered that the sun was setting. He was still lost, so he needed to choose a direction to travel. Towards the sun!! Yes! The sun set in the west, so he would travel west. The pup stood and placed his paws out to limber up for the long journey. His yawning helped to relieve the tired goop from his eyes and he was off. 

He hadn't traveled five feet before a roar echoed through the trees. Giggling, he realized it was his stomach. Berry bushes were a little distance away and that was the closest he could get to a meal because he was too young too hunt. No one had ever taught him. He thought about this as he ate the red berries. The setting sun made the red leaves look like they were reflecting red light. This was the perfect setting to a starting journey. 

Popping with new energy, the pup ran towards the setting sun like it was a beacon of hope. Perhaps it was. Mountains loomed in the distance as the pup bound into the sunset.