Chapter 124
The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups
3rd Person When Mary Laurent looked out her cottage window to see her husband, Thomas, trudging across the terraced hills of their remote farm with four young pups toddling after him, she had to do a double take.
At first she thought she was imagining things- theyâd had all manner of strange creatures show up on their lands over the thirty years of their marriage, but this was something entirely new.
The children were covered in mud from head to toe, and following her mate at quite a distance.
They seemed to be taking the journey in sprints, crossing the open expanses of green pasture land at a trot, before stopping to hide behind various objects, from trees and farm equipment, to the coupleâs prized llamas. She might have thought they were trying to sneak up on Thomas, only it was clear he knew they were behind him. He was pretending like he was completely oblivious to them, though she could see his face crinkled in concentration as he drew near- as if listening carefully to ensure they were still following.
They must have come from the jungle â after all, it surrounded their land on all sides. Still, she had no idea how theyâd gotten there, let alone escaped the deadly forest. When her husband finally reached the door to their modest home, she met him with her hands braced on her plump h!ps. âWhat on earth, Thomas?â She asked in exasperation. âTrust you to go check on the herd and return with a whole litter of pups.â
âGently now, my love.â He cautioned. âTheyâre more than a bit skittish â I donât think theyâve had an easy time of it.â
âGently.â She snorted, â1âve raised more than my share of pups, Thomas Laurent, and Iâll tell you right now that a scared babe needs a firm hand in care, not wishy-washy cajoling.â
She marched out of the house and right up to the muddy children, who were unsuccessfully attempting to conceal themselves among the baby llamas in the nursery pens. Theyâd zeroed in on a small brown calf and clearly imagined they could camouflage themselves against its dark fur.Well, what have we here?â Mary asked pointedly.
âLiamas.âA small voice whispered back The proclamation was followed by the sound of a dull thud and a whispered, âLlamas donât talk!â
How do you know?â The first voice hissed back. Youâre not a llama âxpert.â
Cuz they wouldâve said something by now.â A third voice reasoned.
Hmm, so I have pups hiding among my crias do I?â Mary observed.
Weâre not pups!A fourth voice put forth meekly. I mean here, weâre not here!â
Mary shook her head, smothering a smile.
Alright now, no more hiding, you little ones need to come inside and get cleaned up so I can get a proper look at you.â
For the first time a tiny head covered in dark hair popped up into view, peeking over the back of the young llama and revealing a pair of bright green eyes narrowed distrustfully. âHe promised we wouldnât have to take baths.â
Mary crossed her arms over her ch3st and arched her brow. âDid he now?â She asked, Well, Iâll not have muddy pups in my clean kitchen. Youâll have baths and I donât want to hear another word about it.â
The pups exchanged uncertain glances, clearly trying to decide what to do. âHop to it now,â
Mary urged them, clapping her hands. âThe sooner youâre clean the sooner you can eat.â
This announcement, spoken in the uncompromising tones of an obvious mother, got the pups moving like nothing before. They obediently followed Mary into the cottage, pausing at the door to let her pull off their dirt- encrusted shoes and clothing, and before long all tour pups were soaking in a warm bubble bath.
Though they still huddled together nervously, they let Mary wash and dry them, trying to fight the urge to cry or ask for cuddles when she fussed and lamented about all their bug bites, scratches and bruises. She treated their wounds and bundled them in blankets, before bringing them steaming bowls of homemade stew.
âDonât eat too quickly now.â She scolded as they began to scarf down the food. âYouâll make yourselves sick.
âBut itâs so yummy,â Parker complained.
âAnâ itâs been ages since we had food.â Ryder added mournfully.
âPoor wee lambs.â Mary crooned sympathetically, âcan you tell me what happened to you? Did you get separated from your parents somehow?â
Yes.â Paisley nodded, sniffling but not saying more.
Mary, whoâs sharp wit had singled out Paisley as both the most guarded of the children and the most vulnerable, zeroed in on the girl. âWhatâs your name, my darling?
Paisley shook her head. We canât tell you our names.
Why not?â Mary pressed.
âCuz we donâ know you.â Paisley frowned. âAnd we donâ twust grown ups we donâ know.â
Well thatâs very wise.â Mary praised, exchanging a worried glance with her husband.
For most children the principle of âstranger dangerâ was entirely theoretical, but she had a bad feeling these pups had learned not to trust the hard way. âStill Thomas and I want to help you. How can we do that if we donât know your names?â
Riley shrugged, a challenge coming to life in her mischievous eyes.If you really wanna help, youâll find a way.â
Thomas choked on a laugh, covering it with a cough as Mary cut her eyes to him, Well arenât you the feisty one.â She observed, turning back to Riley, âdoes that mean youâre brave enough to tell me how you ended up lost in the jungle?â
âWe âscaped.â Riley informed her vaguely, yawning and stretching now that her belly was full. The other pups were becoming drowsy too, cuddling closer together in their blankets as Mary and Thomas watched.
âEscaped what?â Thomas pressed, but it was too late. The pups were already fast asleep, their bowls abandoned as they snuggled themselves into a puppy pile and passed out in pure exhaustion. For the first time in many, many days, they rested without fear of being attacked or eaten â with full bellies and smiles on their faces.
By supper time, Thomas and Mary had gone around in circles half a dozen times about what to do with the stray pups who landed on their doorstep. If theyâd thought the children were orphans they would have kept them in a heartbeat, for the couple loved children and their own pups had been out of the house for a few years now. Yet despite how skittish the little ones seemed, it was clear theyâd been well-loved at one time, and their tearful expressions when Mary asked about their parents spoke volumes.
âWe should take them into town this weekend.â
Thomas suggested. âThatâs probably where they got lost.â
The girl said they escaped, if they got lost in town, Iâm not sure we want to take them back there.â Mary fretted. âI think they just need some time. Theyâ ll come to trust us and eventually tell us their story.â
Mary, think of their parents. Thomas admonished, they ll be out of their minds with fear and grief, we have to try to reunite them as soon as possible. It might be different if we were going to keep them. But someone is out there, looking for them right now.â
Youâre right.â Mary sighed, it just makes me nervous. Theyâre not exactly inconspicuous, and if we start asking around about them it will call attention to the fact that we have them. What if the person they escaped is there searching for them?â
Weâll have to be careful about it.â Thomas nodded. Maybe we donât take them with us, maybe we just go to market and see if there are any rumors about missing pups, then go from there .
It wonât be faster, but I expect it will be safer.â
Mary agreed. âDo you think theyâll wait that long?â
Thomasâs mouth quirked, I donât think they have much choice in the matter, do they?â
âMark my words, Thomas.â Mary declared, those pups survived the jungle and who knows what else, theyâre bright and strong-willed, if they want to go home, theyâre going to do whatever they can to get there.
Well we canât allow them to run off on theirown!â Thomas whispered worriedly. âTheyâre much too little.â
I know that and you know that.â Mary frowned, âbut babes never see it that way.
Little did they know, but the pups were listening to every word of Mary and Thomasâs conversation, and they were already plotting what to do next.
They seem nice,â Ryder murmured, looking hopefully at his siblings, âthey want to help.â
âOr they want us to think they do.â Paisley corrected. What town do you think theyâre talking âbout?â
âI dunno, but we canât let them ask questions â Anita will be looking for us, just like they said.
Maybe we can ask them to take us back to the NightFang packâ Parker suggested.
âIf we do that, theyâll find out who we are.â
Riley frowned. âThaâs how this all started.
People wanna use us to hurt Daddy or theyâll be so afraid of getting blamed theyâll tries to get rid of us.â
Paisley nodded. âSheâs right. If weâre gonna gets home, weâre gonna have to gets there on our own.
Ryder and Parker murmured their agreement.
Okay, so when they take us to town, we make a break for it, yeah?â
âYeah.â Riley sighed, looking sad.
âWhaâs wrong?â Paisley questioned her sister worriedly.
Riley offered her a forlorn expression in reply.
Iâm gonna miss the Liamas.â
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