Puck

            It was late, the silver sun was up in the sky and looked like a bowl of milk. The meeting would be starting soon, but I needed to make sure that my human made it safely back to her domicile. I have many humans. Those who feed me and allow me to rest in their homes, are my humans. But this human has cared for me since I was just a bundle of fur and claws. This human must be protected.

            I wait for her, with my clansmen, at the back entrance. The meeting has been postponed so that I may guide her safely. Many things go bump in the dark, not that they don’t slither in the light of day, but the dangers that fill the night seem to be endless.

            She checks her metal box for papers that someone in a blue uniform has delivered earlier. The person always changes, so the threat is always present. She throws some of the papers away, apparently they are not useful in the hot months as they are in the cold ones. I head out in front of her, and she follows. I stop and she looks at me sideways, but keeps walking, unaware of the threats that I can sense.

            No, no threat, just another animal that a human has as a protector. This one is encaged in a wooden area. These are the ones that bark and growl. They are clumsy beasts, but some humans prefer them over my kind for some reason or another. I’ll never understand why. They seem so primitive and dim-witted. By the time we make it to the door, she calls me to enter her domicile. I oblige, if only for a moment to make sure that her domicile is secure.

            It is, and I leave as quickly as I entered, through the front door, which I have her open for me. I can’t be late for the meeting. We will be discussing which birds we will be hunting this year. Last year it was the ravens, but after they started a war with my human, and a few others, it seems that we had picked the wrong enemy to deal with. We will be stalking smaller prey from now on.