Harley had spent a few days fuming and formulating plots and plans for tracking down and squishing a fairy. But really, a girl could only spend so much time on that. Other things demanded attention, and now that she was back with her Puddin’, there were a lot of demands. How he and the hyenas had been making it in this place without her for so long, she had no idea. They were all a mess. But she was getting it all sorted out.
One of those things was she had to get her babies back into fighting form. She didn’t know what Mr. J had been feeding them, but they weren’t their usual happy, vivacious selves. They were listless, their fur was dull, and the less said about their doo-doo the better. But she was so not picking it up in a little baggie. And Bud seemed to have been pulling out tufts of his fur on his front forepaws, while Lou had ear mites. Poor babies.
But today, they were getting themselves some fresh air. Harley was taking them for a walk in the park. An actual walk today. She wasn’t wearing the roller skates because the boys needed to get used to being on a leash again. They were jerking and jumping here there and everywhere. They were just so excited to be doing something, and Harley laughed at their antics and how they were scaring the little old ladies feeding pigeons.
Until the hair on the backs of their necks stood up straight. That was a warning sign, they did that when they sensed danger. What was in the park that was upsetting them? If it was another skunk, she wasn’t gonna be a happy camper. She still remembered the last time, and she shuddered at the recollection of numerous tomato juice baths. Looking around, she frowned, not seeing anything really amiss.
Just some hippy chick playing with her dog.
Harley’s eyes narrowed. Didn’t she know that hippy chick? Oh yeah. It was the grungy kid from that time that they got locked in that room with the moving floor. The one the drunk lecher had hit on. The one that had seemed so upset at being confined. Poor kid. First time in cuffs usually threw people anyway, that she got stuck in a place where she was cuffed to a bunch of other people had to make it worse. Good to see the kid having a better time. Harley liked to see people laugh, one way or another.
Then she frowned slightly. That wasn’t a dog. It was a wolf. Not that she was in a position to throw stones over weird pets, obviously. But still. Wolf. The kid was laughing though. So she couldn’t be too hurt, right?
Harley decided to move a little closer to make sure. Just in case. She’d kinda liked the kid, she was a free spirit, something Harl understood. Unfortunately, the hyenas were not as happy with the idea of getting closer to a very active wolf.
Harley just dragged them behind her on their leashes.