Behr's Rebel

Chapter 2-2

Chummy shook his head to clear the dizziness and slid off of Pi’s back.

I no like it when you poppies in and out, he thought as he flopped over onto his back and stared up at the metal ceiling.

A noise to his left made him look, and he flashed a weak smile when Pi snorted at him and shook her head. Tilting his head to follow Pi’s movements, he watched with amusement as she explored what was obviously Raia’s bedroom.

She disappeared and reappeared with dizzying speed. It reminded him of the first time he’d seen her several days ago. He’d been barely aware of her at first because of the drugs the trappers had used.

He blinked when Pi appeared beside him and laid her hand against his brow. He could sense her concern for him and emitted a small, reassuring purr. The last of his fear drained away when she shared the vision of their future together with Raia.

You sure? he asked, staring up at her with hope-filled eyes.

I sure, she confidently replied.

The sound of footsteps and voices echoed along the corridor outside the cabin. He rolled onto his belly and sat up, warily watching the door. Pi crawled up next to him, listening as well. Raia and the Tearnat continued past the cabin without stopping.

What we do now? he asked.

Pi gazed at him with twinkling eyes. You sleep. I explore, she said with a mischievous grin.

Chummy wrinkled his nose when Pi suddenly disappeared again. He lifted his injured paw to his mouth and licked the wound he’d received from his attempts to escape the cage. Lowering his paw, he yawned and sleepily blinked as he carefully studied the room. A large, fluffy red pillow on the bed enticed his curiosity, making him wonder if it was as soft as it looked.

With a wiggle of his nose, the pillow rose off the bed and floated down to the floor, landing in front of him. He placed his front paws on the pillow and pushed it across the floor and under the bed. With one last nudge, he climbed onto the pillow, circled three times, and settled down with a purr of contentment.

We have a good pet, he thought with a happy sigh.