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A-Z Name Prompts – Q

This is going to be a short one, friends. I didn’t have a lot of time last week to prepare this in advance, so I’ll have to improvise even more than usual ^-^

This week’s winner is:

Where were you all this week? :O Is it because the prompts were too similar? It’s probably because the prompts were too similar. My baby name book has 2,001 names in it but not even one whole page for Q!

If the prompt speaks to you, feel free to use it. If you do, please leave a link here so I can be nosy <3



(m; cub)

I watched them from the cool shade underneath the thicket. The early morning sun was still weak with no real heat to it, but the men ahead of me were sweating from the heavy crates they were moving. I had no idea what was in those crates; not once had they dropped one, or talked about what was inside. I couldn’t smell anything, so it probably wasn’t food.

One of the men looked my way, and I sank deeper into the soft moss and thin branches. I’d been out here almost every day for the past ten moons, and they hadn’t spotted me once. I had learned a lot from them in that time – that I’d never fit in with their society, for one. Not that I wanted to. I looked like them and I could think their words, but I’d never tried saying them out loud before. The other day two people had shook hands and clapped each other on the back, and I wasn’t sure why they’d done it. It was similar to the way my pack brothers and sisters nuzzled each other in greeting, but I knew nothing about their ways. For all I knew they had threatened each other; although, I couldn’t imagine how a threat could be effective without growling or baring of fangs.

The men disappeared around a corner and silence fell once again. I’d watched them often enough by now to know their routine. They’d be back soon for more crates until the sun stood high enough to blind me and drive me out of my hiding spot. I wanted to inch closer, but I didn’t dare. I wasn’t supposed to be so close to them in the first place, but I wasn’t going to get answers by hiding forever.

I quickly scratched my ear, and turned around. My pack leader wouldn’t be happy if he knew I’d come this close to human territory, but it was the only place that held any answers for me. Many moons ago one of the men had killed one of my brothers, and left him to rot. I couldn’t figure out what the point of the kill had been. We killed to eat, to survive. We fought to assert dominance, but we didn’t kill just because we could. The whole pack would be weaker for it if we did that – but the man had done it, and the loss still hurt.

Maybe, if I learned to use their words not just in my head but out loud like they did, I could pretend to be one of them for long enough to learn their ways. Perhaps there had been a reason behind the kill, after all. A reason only humans understood.

Our pack was weaker for the loss. If there was no reason, I could still stay long enough to take revenge.

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