When a young troll gets lost in the woods, and ends up being raised by Cuddle Pups, will he ever learn to fit in?
Another raised by wolves story. Can you tell I love dogs and Branch? Puppies+Branch=Puppy Branch 💕
Branch climbed off of her, shaking off his body, before looking at the group happily.
"Hi guys!" he yipped happily with a big smile.
"Ugh..." the others groaned in disappointment. "Terk, what is this? Some kind of joke?" asked one of the Cuddle Pups. "Tell me I'm not looking at the furless wonder," said another with a disgusted face.
"Well..." Branch said slowly, trying his best to keep his smile. "Terk said I could come along, if I could keep up." "Oh no! Terk!" everyone complained at once, glaring at the young Cuddle Pup
Terk grinned innocently, walking over to whisper something to the group of Cuddle Pups.
"I'll handle this guys, ok?" she whispered, before turning back to Branch, leading him away from the group.
"Listen, buddy..." she said, Branch looking up at her, as they walked away a bit. Even though they were about the same age, Terk was still much bigger than Branch. Even the younger Cuddle Pups were bigger than he was.
"We got a tiny little itsy-bitsy problem here, ok?" Terk explained, trying her best not to hurt the puppy troll's feelings. "Ok..." Branch said, nodding his head slightly. "Personally... I'd love to hang out with you. You know I would. But the guys here... they need a little convincing." "Ok!" Branch said, his smile returning. "What do I gotta do?"
"Do?" Terk questioned, before realizing what he meant. "Oh... what do you gotta do..." Branch nodded, his imaginary tail wagging like crazy. "Oh, it's stupid really. You wouldn't want to do it." "What?" Branch asked, getting more excited by the second. Finally... a chance for him to fit in!
He didn't really remember his life before the Cuddle Pups took him in. He didn't remember the Trolls, or how they used to bully him. He didn't even know he was a Troll. He thought he was a Cuddle Pup just like his mom. Just like his pack.
Even with all those memories faded... he still dreamt about the Trolls... how he never fit in with them... to him those were just dreams, but in reality... he also didn't fit in with his pack. He knew he was different, and he just wanted to finally prove he could fit in. He could be the best Cuddle Pup that ever lived.
"Well... you... you gotta... you gotta go get a hair," Terk finally said with a fake smile. "A hair?" Branch questioned, cocking his head slightly in confusion. "Y... yeah. A hair. A... uh..."
She tried to think of an animal he would never be able to get a hair from.
Just then a trumpet noise echoed through the forest, Turk turning around to see a heard of Trollaphants in the water below the cliff they were all standing on.
"A trollaphant hair," she said, turning back to Branch with a smirk.
Branch gulped, shrinking back a bit.
"A... a trollaphant hair?" he questioned, slightly scared.
"Like I said..." Terk shrugged. "It's stupid, right? Listen, take it from me. Go home, ok? Who needs this aggravation? You know, I'm probably gonna leave soon myself."
She ushered Branch away, smiling maliciously.
"You go, and I'll catch up, all right?" she said, as Branch walked away on all fours.
Once he was out of sight, Terk turned back to her friends.
"You see? Leave it to me," she said with a smug grin. "I told you..."
Before she could finish, Branch came sprinting past on all fours, heading for the edge of the cliff.
"Branch!" she screamed out, trying to stop him. "Branch, no!" But it was too late...
He jumped over the edge of the cliff, falling down a pretty long ways, as he screamed, immediately regretting his decision.
"AHHHHH!" he screamed in fear, flapping his arms, as if he could fly.
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