She sits atop the bed, face pressed up against that small window, tail thumping against the weathered material. Forget the hunger pains and agonizing wait for delivery (and permission to participate in dinner tonight) - this was way more interesting!
Perhaps she should have been apprehensive of the speeding streak of blue that whipped around their camp - but she loved how, with each time it passed, the autumn leaves burst into the air from the momentum, and then slowly came back to the earth in their lofty, colorful descent.
Her imagination ran wild with all that it could be - and she was only slightly disappointed when it skidded to a near perfect stop, just short of some wild flowers.
Not a unicorn. Not a poltergeist. Not any sort of critter from papaās bedtime stories, but a Mobian, just like her.
Scrambling to the door, she opened it, nearly tumbling out as she called out to the stranger, as loudly as she could.
āARE YOU THE PIZZA GUY?ā
Hm.
Sonic tapped a gloved finger against his chin, tutting to himself as his verdant eyes scanned the area. It was pretty,Ā sure - the scenery was exactly the kind of unpolluted, healthy landscape that he was working so hard to protect. It was a joy to see.
But it wasnāt supposed to be here.
If Sonic had emerged from the star posts where he was supposed to, this wouldāve been a clearing where his team had landed the Sky Patrol, ready for pickup. Heād been anxious to meet up with his friends again, and figured that a quick dash through the special zone as a shortcut was a great idea.
Normally heād be right.
Normally he didnāt get lost.
So what couldāve possiblyā
His ears perk as he heard the sound of a door click, ready to run and catch the pup for the split second that it seemed like she was going to fall ā just to relax from his wound-spring state when she seemed to catch herself. The sincerity behind that question brought a smile to his face, and the blue hedgehog opted to approach her so the two of them werenāt left yelling at each other from across a meadow.
āā Nah kid, sorry!ā Though a child not knowing of him was uncommon, it wasnāt impossible. Sometimes, they didnāt get it until he introduced himself. Though, as he got closer, he couldnāt help but notice that the pup was looking a little... Gaunt.
His brows furrowed in worry slightly. Had she been out here alone? Wandered off from her caretakers, forced to look after herself for... Who knows how long?
She certainly looked it.
ā... Hey, where are your parents?ā
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