The First Dog
V. L. Nunnally, Cover Art by shaedstudios.com, Sandy Smith
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(, Oct. 29, 2011)
Shah Moo was dreaming. His dream was of long ago, when he was hardly more than a pup, freshly evicted from his small pack to wander on his own. Through his dream, he remembered how restless he had been, yearning for something…something more. He dreamed he had found that something more, from a pact made with God. The pact led him to search for Children to companion, a search that led him to a strange new country, and to cave dwellers who filled the intent of his higher purpose. He remembered the long, frightening weeks it took to become accepted, and when he did, of the joys of companionship, of the hunt, of growing with the new clan. He remembered, too, his first mate, long dead now, and many of his progeny who were no longer with the clan, but also dead or scattered to other places far away.His dream took him through the horrors of the great Bear confrontation, and through the destructive waters that rent the clan apart. He relived the terrifying encounter with the evil Child, and the frenzy of the wolf attack that shredded his ear and chopped his tail in two. So many things.His dream also focused on the love he shared with the Child called Rah-bah, and Ah-na-ray, and their own children and companions. There were long, lazy days, and bright sunshine, and fish to eat, and the tree-things to catch and consume. All the days…and then he dreamed he was dreaming his dream, and he woke up, confused. Then here came three of his first-born to visit a while, Pucha, and Jaja and Eow. And it was good.Life was good. And somehow, he knew there would be more.