{"sf1_id":1217012,"sf2_id":"rm8v6Dl1","title":"I don't even know","author":"Wolfie Writes","words":70,"posted_at":"2017-07-25T06:21:00.000Z","tags":["Discriptive","Fear","Forest","Lost","Short","Wolf","Wolfpup","alone"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1217012-i-don-t-even-know","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rm8v6Dl1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d6/29/d6291101-32d4-49ba-a62d-3793cf7271f6","description":"I was bored. Commissions are open. This is just a sample. I literally thought of every word as I was typing the last.","content":"The earth was warm and damp from the summer rain earlier that day. As the sky darken and the crickets sang, I roamed the\u0026nbsp;\n\nforest floor for any sign of my pack, for food, and for water. Oddly enough you would have thought water wouldn't be hard to find.\n\nbut I was still a small pup. I could whimper for them. But who would come? And with my luck? Hunters.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}