Azra was on his way back to the den just now.
Mother was called Pony by everyone else—or something close to that—and they didn't call her mother. In the last few days Azra, wanting to fit in just like everyone else, had begun to call her that as well. He wanted a good relationship with Pony and he tried his very best to listen to her. She had made it clear that when they go on walks they shouldn't really be by themselves and that someone should accompany him. A pack mate. Azra knew what pack mates were. They were the others that lived in this woods with them.
Except for Azra "others" didn't mean just the wolves: it meant the birds and the rabbits and the bugs, too. They all contributed to the pack—sometimes as dinner—and they lived here just like everyone else, so this made perfect sense to him. Though, however, they were a bit
simple and did not communicate with him like the way that the "others" that looked like him did, Azra liked them just fine. He liked them especially because they always had time for him and were always around. The wolves were usually busy, and if he went along with them it usually became some sort of educational thing where he was expected to
learn and remember and do tasks and it was all very tiresome and boring. The other wolves didn't care about the things he cared about. The bugs didn't either, really, but they didn't make him do anything.
So Azra had spent more or less the entire morning following this one ladybug around as it crawled on the ground or occasionally stopped. When it stopped Azra would poke it with his snout and then it would fly in the air. This was very fun. The bug had lead him
all over the territory—at least that's how it felt—and now they were both tired so Azra had picked a different bug, a beetle of some sort, to follow and it had by pure dumb luck lead him back to where he did his daily eye closings.
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Oh!" he exclaimed in surprise when he saw her. "
Hi Pony!" He greeted her just like everyone else. Azra smiled.