"Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-13"
By: Ed Conen 05Apr-04Jul2018
Terra froze in the act of rising to his feet. As soon as he’d started to move, the
Whikkkhkkt had seen him from the corner of her eye. Knowing that a deadly enemy had gone
down in that area, she instantly whipped around with her weapon aimed. Immediate
recognition relaxed her finger on the trigger, but not before scaring several months off
the fox’s life.
Another quick glance around, and then Flikka quickly walked over to where the fox she
guarded knelt brushing the dirt off his clothes. She stood in front of him and cocked
her head questioningly. “All okay?” she asked, extending a hand to help him to his feet.
Terra refused to look his, once again, rescuer in the eye. “Fine,” he muttered sourly.
“Embarrassed and ashamed, but otherwise, fine!” He slapped Flikka’s hand away and
surged to his