Falling Tomorrow

June 18th, 1897

A young wolf and dog mix was born, just the morning of June 18th, and his mother held him, her arms shaped to cradle him.

The pup cooed as his mother slowly rocked him to and fro, and his brother who was one year older than him whimpered, wanting to see him.

"I'm sorry Millo." The pups mother said, her voice soft. "You can't hold him right now, he's just a couple minutes old."

"Arrgh! You don't let me do anything!" Millo barked, turning away from his mother. "I couldn't even go into battle with dad!"

The young mother, Gaby, sighed, "Honey, I've already told you, you're too young." She laid her paw on his shoulder. "Cheer up, will ya'?"

"Fine.." He flung her paw off his shoulder, and walked over to his uncle. "Uncle O. Rig, why can't I go with my father?"

O. Rig chuckled at the question. "You are too young, lad." His uncle said, a cigar in his mouth. As the smog filled his lungs, he took the cigar out of his mouth and let out a puff of smoke.

"Blimey!" Gaby coughed, and covered her newborns face with a small, ragged blanket. "I told you not to smoke in here! Nurse!!"

A young nurse came in, a doctor's robe tied neatly around her waist. "I heard you calling, what seems to be the matter?" She let out a cough as she looked at O. Rig.

"My brother in law," Gaby pointed to O. Rig, "is smoking in here! Do you mind getting him out, my pups will get asthma!"

"Yes ma'am, right away!" The nurse grabbed O. Rig's arm. "follow me, lad, you can't be in here." The nurse walked out, O. Rig following close behind, the smell of smoke still lingering.

Millo coughed, covering his mouth with both of his paws. "What's his name, ma?" He looked at the brand-new pup in his mother's arms.

Gaby smiled down at the pup in her arms, who she was trying her best to keep calm. "His name is Carlan."