You took me to the big garden, we played together. . . . I waited for you when I was alone in the house. . . . I thought about you all the time. Why didnât you take me with you?â
Eventually the black-and-white dog fell silent. He flopped back onto the grass and dropped his head, his eyes still fixed on the house.
âI thought theyâd come back,â he whimpered. His ears twitched. âThe other longpaws, the bad ones . . . we challenged them, we scared them with our growls and teeth. I could smell their fear-scent. Thatâs not how it used to be. Iâve never threatened longpaws before.â
âThe world has changed since the Big Growl,â said Lucky.
âThatâs the thing. It wasnât only the earth that was scarred and altered,â whined Mickey miserably. âIt has changed the dogs who walk on it.â He sniffed the ground. âEarth-Dog, what happened to you?â He pawed the ground a moment and sighed, turning his shining, dark eyes to Lucky. âI was wrong to leave the Pack and come back here. I realize now that we have nothing left but each other.â Mickey tilted his head. âLucky, Iâm sorry I was so unfriendly when you arrived. It was those horrible longpaws, and you took me by surprise, thatâs all. Iâm glad to see you but . . . why are you here? Did you leave the Pack too?â
Lucky looked away, beyond his friend, to the dust that still swirled around the broken home.
âI had to go, Mickey.â He shivered when he remembered how Alpha had thrown him out. None of the dogs had stood their ground against the half wolf, not even the Leashed Dogs. He didnât want to talk about that now.
âI know, I know, youâre a âLone Dog,ââ Mickey barked. âBut you relied on longpaws as much as we did. With them all gone, maybe thereâs no place for Lone Dogs anymore? The Pack is our family now. We need to go back, Lucky. We need to tell them that we made a mistake.â
Lucky swallowed, his throat dry. He was happy that Mickey was ready to leave this place of death and decay. Mickey would be safer in the Pack. But the dogs would never allow Lucky to come back. He felt a sad weight on his chest.
âYouâre right; this is no place for a dog anymore,â he said. The city was poisoned. Nothing could live here for long.
Mickey was gazing at him, a twinkle in his brown eyes and his tail thumping the ground. âItâs not that far, Lucky. We both made it in good time, didnât we? If we hurry, we could even be there by next no-sun.â He rose to his paws, panting.
There was genuine cheerfulness in his face. Lucky couldnât remember the last time he had seen it. Heâs so happy because he doesnât feel lost anymore. Heâs finally accepted that his longpaws have gone. I canât tell him now that the Pack forced me out, not yet .
Lucky rose to his paws. âIf you really want to go back . . . well, Iâll come some of the way with you.â
Mickey barked excitedly, licking Luckyâs ears.
âI canât rejoin the Pack, though,â Lucky added quickly.
Mickey started hopping and prancing back and forth. âCanât or wonât? When will you stop pretending that youâre better off on your own? Youâre safer and happier in the Pack; you know you are!â He nipped Luckyâs ear playfully. âYou clearly belong with other dogs. And the Pack needs you, as well. Weâve only survived this far with your help.â
Lucky didnât answer this but gave Mickey a good-natured shove with his head, pleased to see his friendâs spirits so high. He hadnât expected him to recover so quickly.
Iâve come all this way to keep him safe , Lucky thought. I canât waste an opportunity to do just that . âLetâs go,â he said, his tail starting to wag in spite of himself.
Mickey growled
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