Malefic-Malafor

Drake snuffled as he woke, the last remnants of some half-remembered dream slipping away. Sluggishly sitting upright in bed, the pup stretched his arms high above his head, mouth opening in a loud yawn. Eyelids still weighed down with sleep, he smacked his chops, a drowsy smile on his muzzle. Mmmm....can’t remember the last time I slept that good... Blearily blinking his eyes open, Drake glanced about, the blurry details of the room slowly resolving themselves into those of the room he was staying in-at the Coopers’ house. He felt a brief pang, but willed it down, squeezed his eyes shut, and reopened them as memories of the last two days bubbled up. Right. This is... this is my room now, He took a breath...and realized, as he looked around at the basic but cozy furnishings, that maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, especially with how warmly the Coopers had welcomed him. Yeah, this...this could definitely be my room. Yawning again, he kicked his blankets off, swung his legs

In his office at Interpol headquarters, Chief Director Bubo sat slouched in his chair, a feathered hand pressed to his face. The old owl sighed, unable to keep a tear from leaking from an eye. Oh, Jack... It’d been a full week since he’d gotten that terrible call, and he STILL felt it like a punch to the gut. Jack, one of his best agents, so often wearing a smile despite all he’d been through, a good man and a loving father, just...gone. He couldn’t imagine how Dominic was taking this. For all their differences, and however bad they may have left things off, him and Jack had been partners for a while, and they’d been through a lot together. That wasn’t the kind of thing that could just be forgotten. And Drake...Bubo squeezed his forehead...oh, that poor boy. Losing his father so young, on a day that was supposed to be a happy one...and he’d watched it all happen. Sitting up a bit straighter, Bubo clenched his other fist. Not for the first time-and certainly not the last-he

Drake flopped back on his bed, exhaling. “Phew....what a day...” he murmured, letting out a wide yawn. His bedroom window was open, allowing the chirping of crickets and the cool night air to waft in. He closed his eyes, smiling as the breeze brushed over him. His nostrils twitched as savory, wonderful smells wafted up from the kitchen as Conner and Eve prepared dinner (with no brussel sprouts, of course.) Giggling, Sly sat down beside the young wolf. “Little tired there, Drake?” Drake’s eyes went to the kit. “Well, yeah; we were…we were doing a lot today.” Sly snickered. “Like freaking out after we were done with my Dad’s trophy room?” The pup laughed; he had to give Sly that one. After Conner had finished showing off his “trophy room”, Drake had asked, “Um, Conner? All this stuff is really cool, but it looks like its worth a lot. Is it really a good idea to keep it all out in the open like this?” At this, Eve had rolled her eyes playfully, Sly had grinned widely, and

“Drake.” Drake grimaced as he felt a light shake on his shoulder. He tried to burrow deeper into the seat cushions. “Ngh….” “Drake.” Another shake, this one a little stronger. “Come on, sweetie, time to wake up.” “Mmph…” Drake mumbled, ear twitching a bit. “F’ve m’re ‘inutes….” A light chuckle. “Don’t think he’s waking up like that, Evy.” Drake frowned groggily in confusion. However, when he didn’t feel another shake, he smiled, snuggling back into the couch. He let out a quiet breath, his sleep-fogged mind delighting in the comfort of the cushions. “I mean, heck, it’s 9:00 at night; we might as well just let him sleep.” Drake gave a deep sigh of satisfaction, tail wagging sluggishly. Good; that meant he got to stay snuggled in these comfy cush--- Hold on, Drake thought blearily. Did…did he just say… “9:00?!” Eyes flying open, Drake pushed himself upright, suddenly wide awake. “Eve, Conner, I’m SO sorry!” His eyes darted frantically about. “I swear, I