As her mother finally slipped into the deep sleep between dreams and nightmares, Rhian finally settled down in her own cot. Beside her, the bundle of rock bones that constituted the remains of her beloved pet, shivered slightly and the skull looked up.
"I need you to do guard duty Frankie." She whispered. She nodded at the doors. "Keep an eye out for us please."
He nodded. Understanding fully that he needed to protect his pack, just as he had done earlier.
"Good boy." She patted him on the head, and then did his favourite scratch underneath his main jaw.
Christopher 5 months ago
We all need a pet like Frankie.