I watch my pups from the shade of a nearby oak tree play happily in the dappled shade, tackling each other. They are still so young, and can be carried off easily by a predator, so I must keep them in sight. I flick my ears, preventing gnats from biting. I wonder how many more days the pups will be this young. I look at my pups with pride, as they jump trying to catch an insect. I smile. Soon the pack will return with food.
I saw a human appear out of nowhere, reaching to grab a pup. I leap towards the human, growling. I try to free my pup, however, by the time I reach the human, he raises a sharp, shiny stick and stabs me in the shoulder. The rest of the pups huddle together, a few feet away.I screech, trying to get my pup, but, I black out instead.
I woke up in the den, shuddering from the nightmare I just had. In the dimly lit den, I reach out, feeling with my paws for my pups. I quickly stand up, and search the entire den for them. I then realise, it wasn't a dream at all, and saw the concerned looks from the rest of the pack. They had dragged me from the site, and the humans had taken the rest if the pups. I wailed in agony, flopping down on the floor.