this is my first time i don't own WR but Trella is of my own creation. i want true contsructive critisum thank you very much.
guide: narative thinking memory change location
Trella the young gray wolf huddled in her cage listening to the clash of chains around her, thinking of happier times with her
Trella the young gray wolf huddled in her cage listening to the clash of chains around her, thinking of happier times with her old owner Samar whose house was warm, safe, and had warm gentle hands that stroked her fur lovingly.
Samar had cleaned houses for a living. One of the houses had a young red-brown wolf born only a week prior to her own birth. They had played a lot together but now after a year of being in this despicable place could not remember his name. She did remember that he had a ready smile and four silver bangles on his right forepaw that clinked softly when he walked. Nothing like the heavy clang of thick chains and rattling cages shook by half crazed dogs eager for their next fight. Those silver bangles he wore told any other human that he belonged to the old lady he lived with.
Trella also had had jewelry which marked had as Samar's. It had been a necklace with jade pendent. Samar had spent hours chipping away at the jade rock until it took shape of an eight pointed star that had hung proudly around Trella's neck. "It's the northern star Trella," Samara told her, "it was used to guide people home. I place this around your neck for two reasons: first is your name means star second is because you Trella are my north star. When I'm with you I'm home."
Alas the peaceful life was not to last. Robbers broke into their quite home. Samar shot dead trying to defend herself. Trella enraged killed two men but was caught and thrown into a cage to be sold as a pit fighter. Winning meant nothing to her. Trella only wanted to be free of this cage to be able to go home and maybe find the young wolf she had once played with.
Unable to keep her silence any longer Trella threw back her head and sang.
I, named after the North Star
Who guided everyone home
Am kept in this hateful place
And find myself alone
I have but one wish
I wish to go home
Many miles away
Toboe lagged behind his pack he had already regained his energy that had made him fall behind in the first place. Shaking his red-brown fur of dust caused his silver bangles to clink.
"Oi, Toboe, hurry up." Hige a tan wolf called back to him. Tsume, a gray wolf with an X shape scar on his chest and Kiba a white wolf stood waiting for him.
A light wind blew from his back. On the wind he could hear the faint howl of a she-wolf's song. Although it was faint the voice itched at his mind. That voice sounded familiar. He couldn't ignore the feeling that he knew that voice. He turned and sniffed the wind. He looked back at his pack they were moving on tired of waiting. Traveling with them was like a game of tag. And he was it but all the other players were faster than him. He started walking towards them again lost in thought. The only on who he had ever caught in a game of tag had been Trella. He froze TRELLA. That was the voice. He spun around and ran in the direction the voice had come from. Not even shouting what he was doing to his pack. Unaware of Toboe's change of direction they continued on their way.