My steemit friend 
has temporarily taken over running the Fifty Word Story Prompt Contest.
The prompt this week: bark
And so, this is an entry for
Deep in the forest, he sat up as his mate whined in her sleep. She was injured, but he would guard her until she woke. He couldn’t leave to hunt. He paced. So hungry. She whined more weakly, then stopped. She did not move again. He barked.
A lonely sound.
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