Wren sat alone in her den she was little more than a cub, the wind blew cold out side
Wren sat alone in her den she was little more than a cub, the wind blew cold out side. She had been alone now for three turn of the seasons that she could remember, she had moss to sleep on and berries to eat and a single knife but she needed more, she could feel a longing deep inside her for the company of others like herself and knew she could not survive another white cold alone she had to go out and find what ever it was that pulled her.
Slipping out of the den she wrapped a fur around her and began jumping from tree top to tree top with each jump her hands grew numb from the cold.
Soon she came to five fingers village watching as the human cubs and cubling's ran around and played, Wren's heart saddened this was not where she belonged, but where did she belong, she didn't look like them and so carried on her search.
She had never learned to talk so just listened to the sounds of the forest around her, she listened to the Hummer calls and the Near-wolf's that howled in the human village.
Leaving the village she walked Sun-goes-down till moon rise, finding a hollow of a tree she settled down for the night shivering as she fell asleep.
Wren woke to the daystar shinning in her face but it gave no warmth as the whiting covered the ground. Pulling herself into a ball she tried to keep warm but to no avail and so ventured back out her hands and feet now almost numb from the cold.
Now with them too numb for her to climb she walked stumbling over hidden tree roots and catching what she called hoppers (rabbits) to eat but even they were few and far between.
It was a hand later before she managed to catch anything of a good size, turned out as she found out later she had caught a bristle-boar, skinning it she ate the meat hungrily then used the hide to fashion boots and a pouch for herself, taking what was left of the meat she placed it in the pouch for when she became hungry again.
That moon rise she sat under a tree the branches now bare and life seamed to stop but something caught her eye it was a light in the distance and the sound of laughter.
Slowly getting to her feet she painfully climbed the tree to take a look.
From the top of the tree she saw more people but this time they looked like her, she moved closer to them but not close enough that she could be seen but close enough that she could see what was going on.
Sitting on a branch she saw other cubs like herself but sat with bigger people all singing and warm, she shivered on her cold branch as she yearned to be closer to the fire and its warmth.
Soon everyone left for there sleeping places and she climbed down slowly and quietly she moved to the fire sitting there she warmed her self, taking out the meat she ate now warm.