Muddy Paws Book Novels & Stories

I’m beginning to realize I didn’t even know the meaning of the word until now. My paws, paws, can you believe it!? splash through the ice of a frozen creek, but I carry on without a care in the world. After all, wolves don’t have to worry about silly things like frostbite – I even have fur between my toes! I can hear everything too! I can hear the distant pounding of Sinclair’s feet, the low calls of owls flying overhead, and even mice and rabbits burrowing in the ground beneath my feet, with all their clicks and tiny squeaks. Then there are the smells – who knew water had a smell! Sinclair’s smell is more familiar, but it’s doing things to this form which are nothing short of scandalous. Th

I’d have gladly walked into its yawning gullet at that moment. “It’s a very interesting book, Doon,” continued Maurice. “It’s the story of Muad’Dib, the mouse that hides from the sun and travels in the cool night.” “Sounds a bit boring,” said Flossie. “Do you think we could delay this week’s Book Club until we get out of this mess?” I requested in my most reasonable voice. Stay calm, wait for first light, and then make our way back to the lake, possibly to drown myself and get it all over with. “Just keep quiet and don’t make any sudden movements.”

"Look, Maple. The bear is big. Like the tall man. Like our daddy." "Yes!" Maple agreed, bouncing up and down on the sofa cushion. "Our daddy is bigger than the bear. He broke the door like a superhero!" "He did," Rosy whispered, her eyes wide as she looked at the page. "The bear has big paws, but daddy has big hands to save us." "And the water dragons can swim all the way across the deep ocean," Maple continued, pulling another paper from the middle of the stack. "They go to the warm islands when it snows. They follow the fish. See these little marks right here in the corner? Those are their maps."

An acknowledgment of my unexpected enthusiasm. I swung around, paws digging into the earth for assistance, and lunged again. This time, my teeth found fur, clamping down on the flesh of his flank. I tasted blood, and for a moment, the bitterness mixed with a sense of grim satisfaction. But then his body twisted, his legs kicking out in a powerful sweep that knocked me off balance. I skidded across the sandy ground, hot, stinging sensations shooting up from my paws. Rising, I shook off the discomfort, refocusing on Clay. He was panting now, his fur matted in places.

Stumbling around, flinching at the rocks and broken branches that jab at the soles of my feet, I try to navigate my way out. The feel of eyes watching me has me anxious. And clumsy. I nearly fall face first into a clearing. But the clearing isn’t a clearing at all. It’s a grassy ditch. Frantically, I start to climb out, but the wet grass has my bare feet slipping. I’m unable to get the leverage I need. From out of nowhere, in the woods behind me, a deep guttural growl brings my nightmares to life. A wolf, large and vicious, struts out from between the trees. Its fur is muddy brown and its eyes are red like blood.

The book said they will have to pass through the mountain. As they near the base of the foothills, the ground became soggier with each step. Rava groaned. "It's almost like the mud is alive. Like it's tugging at my feet!" "It's your imagination Rava", Rala said as she yanked her foot up and slapping it down again on the mucky ground. "Let us keep going, there is no where around here we can set up our camp and it's starting to get dark". "I can see that".

I am completely certain Theo has no idea he bought me a dirty book full of smut. I drop the book on the furs, throw the blankets off my legs, and stand right up on the big mattress. I am not a yoga girl, but I have done a few stretches before, so I get into the downward dog position on the bed. I move my heavy body back and forth, pretending a big, grumpy warrior is holding my thick hips and kissing me like crazy. My heart is going so fast. I move with more heat. Now I totally get why the girl in the book was panting for air and the male wolf was growling like a beast.

The herbs in this forest are useless. "Jump in the puddle of mud ,it will mask your scent for a while."my wolf instructs me . I look at the puddle of mud in front of me and I jump in with force . I get up slowly from the puddle. I'm drained from head to toe and any normal person wouldn't recognize me . "I'm going to find you little bitch and when I do I'm going to kill you infront of your mate !"he screams with an evil tone that sends chills to my body

Suess, The Giving Tree, Rainbow Fish, and Mother Goose. Titan smiled to himself as he chooses Jemima Puddle Duck. He takes his tea and sits on the balcony outside of his office. He reads the book and sips his tea. As his cup becomes empty, he looks out over the lawn. The pack’s littlest pups are playing. “Hello, Alpha,” Miss Thompson waves.

I heard the soft thump of my robe hitting the floor. I opened my eyes and looked down. I had four paws. White, fluffy, powerful paws. I looked up, and Jordan was gone—replaced by a massive, midnight-black wolf with eyes like molten gold. He let out a playful huff and took off toward the woods. I didn't hesitate before I ran after him.