Pawsteps were engraved into the sandy bottom of a mountain cave as the familiar orange-coated dog paced to and fro across the floor. The small pomp of tan fur he held on his head was disheveled and had strands sticking out of it, a result of some sort of stress he was going under. He didn’t learn. He never learns! You could teach him a lesson and the next week, he’ll be right back doing whatever the lesson told him not to do. His brain just repelled everything he could have ever learnt to prevent himself from getting in trouble, it was a magnet for horrible ideas that ended with him in compromising situations without anyone around to help him! That and his stomach. His stomach was also a problem..... An exasperated sigh left his muzzle before he turned to look outside of the cave. The sound of the wind blowing through the leaves of a tree that perched at the top of it’s entrance rushed into his ears, but aside from that, he didn’t hear anything. Is....he gone, he thought. Making as little noise as possible, Calvin made his way back outside and looked down from his perch. He...didn’t see anything, but still....he wasn’t sure. A tentative paw touched onto a rock that gripped tightly to the wall before slowly making his ascent from the cave.....
