Disclaimer: I do not own the Lion King however The Lone Wolf or Wolfie is my creation.
Awooooooo! Well it's not been long after the completion of Cupid's Mistake when people seem to be interested in Wolfie's past. Something I didn't really bank on, none the less I shall respond to a request for more information in a short story.
If you did not like The Lone Wolf as a character to my previous story then please save your time, and don't read and don't review. I have no time for people who wish to berate my character on here because they disliked him in my other story. I will become nasty, if you have valid critical analysis such as the personality of The Lone Wolf may not fit the previous story or the layout of the story then please feel free to offer it and I will take it on board. If you just wish to have a dig at me then I will tear into you.
Having said that I hope you enjoy my little background to Wolfie. Enjoy and watch out for the Simba and Nala featuring.
The Howling
Escape! That is all I had to do. Escape! The pack looked down at me and sneered whenever I passed. They think their better than me, better than the runt.
I'll show them! So I was born smaller than the rest.
Not my fault. My brothers and my sisters were much larger than I.
My mother didn't like me they liked to produce attractive girl pups and ferocious boy pups. I was neither; I was an outcast, thrown aside like an unwanted rag.
The only friend I had was a pup from another wolf. She kept me sane, kept me company. Stopped me from going crazy from loneliness. Being the runt I was never taught to hunt in the hope that one day I would die.
Other packs cared for their runts, helped them grow. Even humans who are renowned for killing each other with big lumps of metal took care of their young big or small.
So why did our pack hate me for being born a little smaller than the rest.
At first I accepted it as fate, the bullying began and I took it as punishment. Then I met her. Laura. The girl that would save my life. And ruin it in one swift move.
She showed me that I did have a right to life like anyone else. I felt better inside, I felt warmer. I had a reason to live. I had a reason to fight.
With my new found self esteem I set about building up my body. I would show them that the runt of the pack could be the alpha. I had to escape.
"I have to go Laura, I don't belong here yet" Laura had tears in her eyes.
"You can't go! You can't leave us" I fought my own tears; I would miss her so dearly. She was my best friend. I shook my black head.
"I can't stay here, I'm bigger but it's not enough for alpha, he looks down on me."
Laura looked at me her lime green eyes burning with tears.
"B…But I love you" I blinked. Had she just told me what I thought she had? She loved me? I knew what I had to say I knew how I felt.
"Laura, I love you more than life and you know I do" I pressed my forehead to hers, I hated to break her heart like this. But it was something I needed to do.
"I have to do this Laura, I will return" I promised. She closed her eyes letting a tear escape.
"I know you will, I will wait" she whispered. I fought back a sob; I had to be strong for her.
"You will always be my loner, do you understand me" I nodded.
"My Lone Wolf" she added opening her eyes. I felt my heart melt, that was it.
I was no longer Rover runt of the litter, I was The Lone Wolf, it made me sound like a sole survivor.
"I will return" I promised again before I turned and sprang into the forest.
For months I lived in the forest listening to my deep instincts. I was living the animal. I was no longer a cog in the pack, I was my own wolf, and as soon as I was free of them I did what I felt was right at the time. As the weeks past I lived on berries and fruits. After a while I decided I needed meat, I had to eat like a killer now. The forests around Yorkshire provided a perfect place to hunt deer. I became an accomplished hunter and grew considerably in size.
But something pulled inside of me.
Laura.
I loved her and I had to return, I promised I would.
Taking a sharp breath and sticking my nose in the air I tracked my way back to my old pack. The den was a mess when I arrived. The rocks we used to play by were in ruins and smoke hit the air harshly tugging at my lungs. I searched for someone, anyone. Finally after almost an hour of searching I found tracks, weird tracks. They were continuous and had a fine groove carved into them in a gap. After months of working on my senses and instincts my abilities exceeded the task ahead of me. Finding the beast was a cinch, the problem was that I recognised it. It was what humans called a "truck".
There sitting in the back was my old pack, my mother, the alpha. But no Laura.
"Laura!" Calling out did little more than stir the other wolves. There eyes lit up with recognition then hostility. I had abandoned them; it was the most heinous of all crimes.
"She's not here!" The alpha snarled at me. I remained calm on the outside.
"Where is she?" I asked concerned.
"She left weeks ago looking for you, she said something about Africa for some reason, and good riddance she was always an oddball hanging out with the runt."
His words no longer hurt me. I gave the alpha the last look I would ever give him, though at the time I didn't know I would never see him or my family again.
I turned my back and fled, south. I had to find Laura; I had to find my love.
She was my reason for living, she was my life. For years I searched.
By the time I reached the savannah of Africa, my hope was dwindling. I was also hungry. Following my instincts was easy, what was the weird smell that hit my nostrils?
It was more of a predatorily smell as opposed to prey.
I tracked it silently before seeing a large cat laying low to the ground. What was this cat?
A large crocodile lunged from the nearby river snapping at the cat. One thing I could tell about the cat was, she was pregnant.
I could not let someone die when she was pregnant. Before I analysed the situation I was in between the cat and the crocodile.
The croc snapped at me but I held my ground. An intense fight broke out that caused a great deal of injury to me. After finally distracting the croc enough I ran with the cat.
With enough distance between us she turned to face me.
"Thank you! You saved my life!" I smiled; at least I did one thing right on this crazy trip.
We swapped names or in my case title and looked each other up and down, we seemed to recognise the common question.
"I'm a lioness" Sarafina replied.
"Wow I've heard of them families so much more caring. I'm a wolf" I responded politely. I couldn't tell her about my past, I was a shamed wolf, I had no pack.
It came to be that my name had become my life. I truly was The Lone Wolf now. I was alone in the world, no one to look out for me. Nothing to protect me buy my instincts.
I accompanied Sarafina back to a place she called Pride Rock, the pride of lions were cautious of me. Their alpha stepped forward.
"Who are you?" he boomed to me.
"I am The Lone Wolf, I have no pack, and I'm looking for someone" I answered fearlessly.
"Are you unafraid?" the king asked curiously. It was true I felt no fear of him or anyone else for that matter.
"I fear nothing, for I do not fear death. I will either find who I am looking for or I will die trying" I proclaimed without flinching.
The lion king looked at me with a critical eye.
"You are a dangerous animal wolf" he paused and I waited for him to banish me.
"We can always use the reassurance that your bring, and are welcome with us. I hope you find who you search for." He told me graciously. I thanked the king and made my way to the borders of the pride lands. The kings kindness would one day lead me to catching the scent of my beloved Laura.
Until then I would journey throughout the lands in search of her.
I would grow scarred and cold, battle worn and eventually my life would hang in the balance of suicide. I needed to find her, she was the only reason I lived.
Awoooooooo! There it is your little background of The Lone Wolf as requested. Also a very good story to read would have to be "The love between a Prince and a Princess" It is an intense story, especially if you like your lovey dovey fluff like me. I'm a big softie at heart really.
So REVIEW! It is my one shot and I am going to start work on my new fiction which won't include The Lone Wolf, but will include our favorite couple. Till next time Awooooooooooooo!
