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Youre not the big fish in the pond no more - Yelp - 7/17/2026
The coastline had long since disappeared behind them, swallowed by rolling stretches of dry grass that seemed determined to keep going on and on forever. The world had opened into an endless sea of gold and pale green, broken only by the occasional rise in the land or a lonely cluster of trees standing like little islands beneath a sky softened by drifting clouds. The cover spared them the worst of the day's heat, but it did little to make the journey feel any shorter.
Yelp had never walked this far in his life.
Not even close.
His tongue lolled shamelessly from his mouth as he trudged onward, breathing hard and steady. Every step sent a fresh sting through the pads of his paws, a constant burning sensation. It wasn't the heated floor from the summer's intensity that did it. The earth beneath them was dry, but forgiving enough actually. The problem was his own feet. Years of wandering only around the familiar bounds of his pack's territory, where there had never been any reason to travel farther than necessary, had left them embarrassingly soft. Puppy-soft. Especially compared to wolves who actually lived on the move.
By now the skin had begun to rub raw, though he tried not to think about it.
Instead, he focused on placing one paw in front of the other, settling into the rhythm Maral had set. She walked with the sort of steady confidence that made the distance seem almost effortless. Yelp found himself drifting a pace or two behind her more often than not, his head hanging lower each time his burning paws reminded him how woefully unprepared he was for... well, apparently life.
Then, whenever Maral happened to glance back, his ears would perk as though jolted by lightning.
His head lifted and his stride lengthened. His breathing became just a little quieter He would do his best impression of a wolf who wasn't slowly discovering muscles he'd never known existed in his body.
The performance usually lasted all of several seconds before gravity reclaimed his head and his gait shortened once more. Only when he was sure Maral wasn't looking, though.
Questions drifted endlessly through his mind.
How much farther?
When are we stopping?
Is this what every day is like out here?
How does anybody willingly do this?
They crowded behind his teeth, begging to be asked. But hed swallow every single one.
Maral had already been kind enough to let him tag along. She'd answered question after question without making him feel stupid, offered him a place to go, and even offered that enormous horse if walking became too much. The last thing Yelp wanted was to confirm whatever opinion she had undoubtedly formed of him already.
Sheltered.
Soft.
Clueless.
He grimaced faintly. She probably pitied him. It was that thought alone that kept his mouth shut.
His green eyes wandered sideways toward the towering grey stallion plodding alongside Maral with infuriating ease. Möngön looked as though he could walk for days without so much as breathing harder, each long stride carrying him farther than Yelp managed in two. Every now and then the young wolf found himself staring at the broad back, imagining just how much easier this journey would be from up there.
His ears flattened.
Nooo.
He'd sooner crawl the rest of the way.
The beast was big enough to make his stomach tighten every time it turned its head, and climbing onto its back after he'd already puffed out his chest and insisted he'd be just fine felt like volunteering to die of embarrassment instead.
So Yelp trudged on, sore paws and all, determined to keep putting one foot in front of the other.