her_imperial_radiance
The Golden Coven stays in Québec for one year.
When Harley is eight and a half, they start packing.
Zeus is inconsolable.
When Harley is eight and a half, they start packing.
Zeus is inconsolable.
Zeus has brand new quadrupedal super-speed, and he wants to use it, and there will be all the time in the world for floofy hugs later! He stands up, crouching on the porch, and backs away, wagging more slowly. If Harley wants a ride he can have one.
"Hey, you can't talk like this, can you," Harley observes. "I should get Elsie to put you on the brainphone! Want me to?"
Zeus nods; it's awkward but he can do it. (He can talk to the other wolves in the Imperial pack who are wolfing at this time, but that's not the same thing.)
[Thanks! Harley, Harley, I wanna run, running's amazing like this, come with me, come on,] and he crouches low, so Harley could vault up onto him if he wanted.
Zeus bolts at once, like a bullet, legs eating up yards of empty Québec wilderness with every stride. [I'm so fast!]
They're approaching forest; Zeus doesn't slow down, although a few times he pushes a paw off a tree instead of the ground to maneuver. [That's meeee!]
[It's weird being able to hear what everybody else is thinking. It's not anything too interesting all by itself, just it's strange.]
[My dad's coming,] he adds. [I wanna see if I can outrun him!] And he puts on a burst of speed, runningrunningrunning.
Bartholomew does catch up to them eventually and falls into step beside them. [Dad says I have to be careful not to drop you, but, duh, of course I don't wanna drop you,] says Zeus.