The Non-Timber Wolf

by StarlightSong567

Eraro was born a mistake. But when his pack kicks him out, he is cast out into the Everfree Forest. He might not survive. But a certain Princess of the Night might change that. Side Note: Minimal (but not descriptive) blood.

1. Chapter 1

The Non-Timber Wolf

By: Starlight_Song567

[Author's Note: All Wolf names are from the language Esperanto. I do not mean anything offensive to that language. Enjoy ^-^]

When I was born, all I remember is the other members in the pack growling, gasping, and muttering… mistake. So, later our pack leader officially named me Eraro. Which means, you guessed it, mistake. My mother, of course, did not agree. She protested for hours until the others made her see that it was for the to my parents, Dad talked to Pack Leader Fortan about how my life was going to happen. Leader Fortan apparently kept it a secret with my parents, who were sworn to secrecy.

I didn't live like normal timber wolf. I didn't have the Breath Ceremony, or go on hunts, or even learn how to transform into a pile of timber. Oh-No. The Pack Leader made sure I didn't do any of that. Whenever I tried to camouflage or to breathe with the stench normal timber wolves had, he would pull me aside. And he would always say in his deep voice "Eraro… you know you are different. You also know that you can't do the things that normal timber wolves can."

And I would always bow my head and reply with "Yes Pack Leader"

But, I am a trouble-maker. That's what Mom says anyway. Whenever I get into trouble, all the adult wolves are all impatient with me. One time when I was only 2 weeks old, I went and ate all the paste-and-stench berries for the next Breath Ceremony. My breath smelled for a week!

I never really had any friends. Who would want to be friends with the only gray furred cub in the pack? Or the "mistake" cub that was never supposed to exist? NO ONE! I did have a crush though. When I told Bela my feelings she snorted in my face and transformed to timber (that means "Stay away from me" in timber wolf") I was crushed.

Now I'm 1 year old (timber wolves age a bit faster than ponies) and it is the Coming Age Ceremony. I was so excited, but I noticed Mom was in tears. I thought it was a tears of joy kind of thing, but when I asked, she just cried even harder. Dad just told me to get ready. Then I heard him whispering to my mother "He'll be fine out there…"

I walked to my part of the den. It wasn't much, just a few piles of leaves and a few paste-and-stench berries (now that I'm older). I dressed myself in the traditional Everfree forest leaves. They didn't immediately stick to my scruffy fur, but after a few globs of paste-and-stench berry goo, I was ready.