My One, My Only

A Cry for Help

"Aah!" As Diana shrieked in surprise, she rolled down the hill, flecks of dirt and mud getting stuck in her pelt. She heard distorted laughter and the cracking of branches. "Aylon!" She managed to bark before getting a lakeful of crisp, clear water up her mouth. Swimming to the surface, Diana rubbed her head and coughed, her hypnotizing gold eyes glaring daggers at her best friend.
"Aylon, what did you do that for?!"
Alyon was laying on his back, laughing hystericly. He was a young tiger about her age, with a silver pelt and deep blue stripes intercrossing on his back. A swirl of white and blue decorated his sides, and crossed all the way to his face, framing comforting seaweed green eyes and a quirky face. He was funny, quirky, and a big pranker. Mostly his jokes were funny. Unless you were the butt of them.
"Sorry, Diana," he gasped, his face showing that he wasn't very sorry at all.
Growling, Diana shook her coat and stared into a puddle, afraid that she would maul him. Her reflection made her catch her breah, as usual. She was a shimmering rainbow color, flashing lights everywhere. Her eyes were the color of sunlight on a hill, strong and hopeful. Her muscles were well shaped, and she was well groomed, when she wasn't tumbling about with Aylon and saving innocent animals. Diana looked up at Aylon, calmer now, and plodded a paw into the water, distorting her appearance.
"No, but seriously," Aylon smiled, getting slowly up. "I had to pay for the dead spider you put in my gaelib juice last night." He brushed his pelt off and cokced his ears, listening for a retort to start a friendly play-fight.
She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. "Come on, you can agree gaelibs taste better with almost ANYTHING ELSE in there."
"Gaelibs raw are one thing; they are nasty and blaise and no taste at all," Aylon explained in a scientific derpy voice. "But gaelib juice is another thing, the secret juices inside come out when the gaelib is squeezed, adding a refreshing, delicious tint, unlike spiders, which aren't really appeasing unless you like posion."
It was too much, she burst into laughter, her sleek, shiny sides heaving, and tears of happiness running silently down her cheeks. Aylon jouned in, his voice almost a roar, but cracking at sometimes into a squeaky kit's voice. This made Diana chortle more, until they rolled on the ground, unable to stop.
That was when Diana heard it. A faint scream.
She pricked her ears, suddenly serious. "Aylon? Listen."
Aylon put a paw over his mouth and looked up. There it was again. Another shout, coming from the northeast.
"I hear it too," he answered, his eyes losing humor. "I think someone needs help."
Diana listened again. "It's coming from Canon Town," she clarified. "Something is happeneing there, I don't know what."
"Well, whatever it is, we need to go there." Aylon stared at her, and Diana felt something that was hard to surpress. Pride? The young gaurdian forced it down and nodded.
"I'll see you there." Turning, red with emberrasment, she sprinted off into the dust, leaving a faint track of pawprints.