Call Me Sweet Wolf
Originally written on October 28, 2003
by Angela Moseley



With weary eyes that concealed his enthusiasm, Zach noticed the young Alaskian husky slowly making her way through a back alley. Being a husky himself, Zach was always eager to give a helping paw to his brethren. Rising from his spot on his owner's porch he burst into a run, quickly catching up with the young female.

"Hello there!" he exclaimed in the most cheerful voice he could muster. "I couldn't help but notice you were new to the area. Perhaps I could show you around."

With a disinterested yawn, the female turned around. Given her height and appearance, she couldn't have been more than three months old. Seeming not to notice the company, she casually pawed at a small pebble at her foot. After a few moments passed, she finally spoke.

"Hi! What's your name? My name is Emila Sweet Wolf, I just got here. The clouds in the sky are awfully fluffy, but some people might find them offensive."

Zach stood stunned before the young husky, trying to decipher what she just said. He gently stiffled a sigh before speaking, and tried to remain as friendly as possible. Even for a pup, she was very immature. Either that or she was several bits of kibble short of a full bowl.

"My name is Zach, is nice to meet you E-"

"Why is that your name? That's a funny name. Bumblebees in the winter time are funny too." Emila suddenly said, completely cutting him off.

"My owner liked video games a lot. She named me after a character in the seventh game of a series called Final Fantasy. Getting back to the original topic, I'd be more than happy to show you around, Emila." said Zach, now mustering all of the patience he had.

Vigorously shaking her head, Emila barked sharply at the older male. "Don't call me Emila! That's not my name! My name is Sweet Wolf, not Emila. I don't like that name, it's a stupid name."

Yet again stunned, Zach allowed his jaw to drop. "If you don't like being called Emila, why did you tell me that was your name? Why didn't you just say Sweet Wolf?" he demanded, then added under his breath, "Forget stupid names, she's not even a wolf, and yet she insists on being called one..."

"Um, I just don't like Emila. It's dumb, but butterflies are nice. Are there butterflies around here? I bet the blue ones like the winter."

Uttering a small cry, Zach placed a paw over his face. It was going to be one of those days...

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