~Chapter One~
The night was eerily silent except for the occasional hoot of an owl. His paws brought him to a dense, snowy forest. A forest of fir trees. He padded closer to it, the forest reeked of other wolves. Surely he shouldn't be trespassing on someone's territory?
The young black wolf sniffed the area around him - he was well inside their territory, and that wasn't a good thing. Trusting his nose to guide him out, he trotted quickly out of the unknown territory. I need to be more careful.
After a few moments of heading forward, the wolf saw a long river, extending far east until it turned into a magnificent lake. The wolf puffed his chest and prepared to swim across the icy river.
"What do you think you're doing?" A voice from the other side of the river startled him.
The black wolf looked up to see a large, well-built gray wolf on the other side. Muscles rippled through his skin, and teeth were bared into a snarl.
"I was just going to swim acr-"
"Exactly. Swim across? No way. This is our territory - now get your petty little self out of here!" The wolf growled and watched the black wolf walk away.
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The young black wolf dug a hole in the snow. His own pelt sprinkled in it from earlier's snowfall. His paws dug into the cold, soft ice until he made a big enough hole for him to fit in. The wolf stepped down and curled up, his snout under his tail. It was warmer in here than you'd think.
The night went eerie again, but there was no longer the hoot of the owl, but the howl of wolves. A pack, and a large one at that, the wolf wondered. He shrugged away his thoughts and closed his eyes, waiting for another lonely day in his very sad world.
