Summary: When a wolfos mother adopts a keaton pup, controversy arises in the pack. What happens when the keaton later learns of his hidden past? And what happens when he stumbles upon a Kokiri child in the forest? How will all of this affect his future?
Rating: K plus, but this might change in future time.
Flames? No flames, please, although a bit of constructive criticism is nice. But, by all means, am I not refusing the offer of a friendly review! ;) Don't be shy in reviewing; I won't bite:)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, the Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask, or characters of these games including Link, the Kokiri, keatons, wolfos, Hyrule, Termina, et cetera. This story has been written for the fun of it, not for the sake of money.
Author's Notes: If you didn't notice before, this story will revolve mostly around a keaton, but also Link in due time. Link will not be introduced for a while, but I promise he will appear sometime in the story. :D This is not an AU! It revolves around the time of events that happen in OOT!
Lastly, I might draw something up for this story and post it on my DA (link is on my profile), although I cannot draw wolves very well… T-T;;
Have fun reading!
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Wolfos in Sheep's Clothing
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Chapter One: A Rescue to Remember
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It was a beautiful day, a day that could only have been blessed by the three goddesses themselves. There was not a cloud in the sky, and all plants were alive and well, as were the wild creatures that lived off of this land. Along with the gentle sounds of nature, happy, young yelps and playful barks were heard from the Lost Woods. Three wolfos pups were sprinting out of the huge log, the entrance to the Kokiri Forest, chasing each other with only the energy and excitement young children possessed. This was a time where not all wolfos were under the evil enchantment of the Dark Lord Ganondorf, but rather, they lived freely on their own, acting much like wolves from our world. One could tell they had not been corrupted from their eyes, which did not gleam with bloodthirsty intentions.
"Last one to the ranch is a rotten deku nut!" The first wolfos pup challenged his two other brothers, who were running at his heels.
The second one chased after his brother, tongue lolling out of his mouth and wind blowing through his thick pelt. "I'm going to be the first one there!" He boasted. "And when I do, I'm going to catch the fattest cuckoo the ranch has to offer!" He was now side-by-side his sibling, their bodies slightly touching and their paws hastily flying over the beaten down path.
"Guys!" A third, young, voice whined behind them. "Wait for me! I'm always last!"
The two in front didn't stop. "Not a chance!" They called over their shoulders, making the third pup grit his teeth in frustration as he bolted with all the strength his tiny body had to offer.
His brothers didn't notice him as he approached them from behind. With a sly smirk, the third pup yowled and pounced on both of his siblings' backs, causing them to fall over and roll in the grass, play-fighting.
"Got'cha!" The third wolfos squealed as he playfully swatted his brothers with his paws.
The three siblings were having too much fun romping about, nipping at each others' ears and tails, fighting each other while still trying to catch their breath that they failed to notice a larger wolfos approach them. "Boys! I thought I told you to wait for me by the trees as soon as we exited the woods!" She scolded lightly, drawing the attention of the pups, who immediately stopped their play-fight and sat obediently in front of the female wolfos.
They lowered their heads in embarrassment from the chastisement, but the older wolfos couldn't help but crack a small smile. "It's okay; just wait for me next time. I don't want to lose you three."
The pups' ears perked up as they gazed into the wolfos' glittering ice-blue eyes. "Yes mum." The barked happily. "But, we're so close to the ranch now; can we please go on ahead?" One of the siblings stepped forward, questioning his mother innocently.
"I don't know. Can you?" The mother wolfos grinned with playful mischief.
The pups giggled. "I mean, may we go ahead?"
"Yes, but don't do anything drastic. I am trying to teach you how to catch small prey, after all." She nudged her pups' rumps gently with her nose just as they sprinted off again, laughing and teasing each other on the way. The older wolfos sighed, happily, as she watched her pups bound away. With a slight jog, she followed the path of tiny paw prints the wolfos pups made in the dirt, smiling all the way.
Just then, as she was about to step forward through the entrance of the ranch, her ears perked up to the sound of gruff voices and barks, growls, and yelps. Fear tingled down her spine as she consciously gasped, immediately dropping down into a crouch and hastily, though sneakily, made her way into the ranch, hiding behind bushes as she went.
Her head swung back and forth, desperately seeking out her babies. Another yelp was heard, this one sounded as if it were in pain, which was followed by a growl and a whimper. The mother wolfos panicked now, not knowing where her children were as she continued to stalk hastily around the ranch, searching for the familiar sight of the pups. Some human grunts were heard, probably words, but wolfos cannot understand the language of the humans, but they were mixed in with barks and growls; those belonged to the wolfos.
Then, just as the panic-stricken mother was about to enter the corral to search further, a loud whack-thump rang, instantly bringing forth a couple of yowls of anguish, which echoed through the sensitive ears of the worried mother. She heard the footsteps of humans coming towards her, and she ducked down in the bushes, remaining unseen. When the sound of the footsteps and the scent of the humans died away, she poked her nose out of the bushes, fearing the worst.
Her heart beat wildly in her chest and blood rushed in her veins as the wolfos entered the corral, the last place she hadn't checked. With shaky paws, her search continued, but stopped abruptly when she perceived a horrid sight that made her quake even more.
There, littered on the thick green grass, were three tiny grey bodies, all covered in a sticky crimson substance.
The pups.
No… The mother thought frantically as an unpleasant bile rose in her throat. She ignored the feeling and rushed to the sides of her children. She nudged them with her nose gently, feeling the warmth of their tiny bodies slowly wither into cool, lifelessness. Droplets of blood were splattered around the area where the three had fallen, but the mother refused to look upon it. She couldn't tear her eyes off of her pups' bodies, despite how gruesome it seemed. "They can't…It's not…" She tried to refuse the horrible news, but it was not possible to deny the day's events. Her body shook as she laid down next to the bloodied bodies of her children, whimpering in sorrow at the sight.
She wanted to stay there and mourn more, but her ears perked up when she heard the humans exiting the farmhouse and enter the barn. It would be a matter of minutes before they came back, and they would surely see her. She quickly licked her pups tenderly, a last sign of love, before rising onto still-shaky paws. She turned her head over her shoulder, getting one last look at the tiny bodies, before sprinting off to the Lost Woods, tail drooping along the way.
The Hylian humans did this, She thought as she entered the Lost Woods, I'll never go near another as long as I live.
Her paws seemed to have a mind of their own. Without even her knowing, she had entered the secret hideaway, which only the wolfos of the Lost Woods knew about. She had been too wrapped up in her thoughts of her pups to notice this until someone shouted out her name.
"White Foot!"
She snapped out of her mourning for a minute, gazing directly into the blazing amber eyes of a fellow wolfos. His muscles rippled through his thick grey pelt as he walked towards the grieving wolfos. Many scars were visible along his body, all from past fights. "White Foot," He addressed her again. "Did you manage to find something small on your training expedition?" He eyed her suspiciously, looking around for a dead animal or two.
White Foot hung her head as she sat down in front of her leader. "I'm sorry Blaze, I did not…" She whispered for her heart still heavy with the death of her young.
The amber eyes of the wolfos glittered with a slight anger. "Then why have you returned? I told you and your pups to collect some food from the training before returning!"
"I…I can explain Blaze!" White Foot stuttered, nervously.
"By the way, where are our pups?" Another wolfos stepped forward, his pelt considerably darker than his leader's; it almost looked black. He sat next to his mate, who snuggled against his pelt sadly.
"They're…dead." She whimpered, still nuzzling against the dark grey fur.
His green eyes widened and he jumped to his paws, looking at his mate, stunned by the news. "What!" He gasped, with a slight pang of sorrow in his tone as well as disbelief.
At this, every other wolfos present stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to White Foot. "What?" Some yowled. "Dead?" "How could this happen!" "You're lying!" And other various comments exploded from the crowd.
Blaze turned around, his fur prickling. "Silence!" He barked, shushing everyone up. He turned his amber eyes back to the female wolfos. "Is what you say true?" His tone was disbelieving as well, unsure whether this was the truth or if it were some sick prank.
"It…It is true," Her voice quivered. "We went to the ranch for a cuckoo or two, and before I could reach them, the humans had slain the pups…"
A few of the wolfos in the crowd gasped, but were quickly shushed again by their leader's fierce, fiery gaze. "I am sorry for your loss, Shadow," He nodded to the dark-pelted wolfos, "And White Foot," He nodded to the light grey wolfos. "We will mourn for the pups later tonight."—He rose to his paws—"But for now you still need to collect that small amount of food I requested earlier."
Shadow turned his emerald eyes to his leader. "Blaze, with all do respect, I think maybe we should let White Foot have the rest of the day to herself. It must've been a traumatizing experience, and I'm sure she'll want peace and quiet so she can collect her thoughts." He bowed his head in respect as White Foot nodded slowly behind him.
Blaze snorted and paused for a moment. "Fine. Take the rest of the day off. SnowFrost! You and Twiggy go out and hunt in place of White Foot!" He called over his shoulder. "Find the rest of the hunting pack I sent out and join them."
At this, a sleek, pure white wolfos emerged from the crowd, her pup, a muddy coloured wolfos, at her heels. The pup's fur was frizzy and matted in many places, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth happily. His tail swept back and forth eagerly, looking to his mother with excitement in his eyes. Everyone knew this crazy-looking pup to be Twiggy, who was somewhat of a comic relief in everyday life. SnowFrost smiled and beckoned her pup forward with her tail. "We would be honoured, Blaze." And with that, the mother and son bounded away into the woods, ready to hunt.
The pack was still and quiet, awaiting orders from their leader. He growled lightly and spun around. "Well don't just stand there; get back to whatever you were doing before!" Instantly, the activity in the pack continued.
With another scoffing snort, Blaze turned away from the heart-broken couple and made his way to his den. "Don't worry about him," Shadow whispered with a comforting lick on his mate's ear. "You know he's always like this. I have to go guard the Sacred Meadow; you go ahead and relax. We can talk later tonight."
"Alright, thank you." She whispered back, returned the lick with one of her own. The light grey wolfos watched as her mate slipped through the thin layer of vines that covered the entrance to the hideaway. With a sigh, she exited that same way, hoping to find a nice cool pond to drink out of.
So she searched the woods at a leisurely pace, noting all different sounds and smells in the air. Her heart was still aching, though, with the loss of her children, and she whimpered somewhat, thinking fond thoughts of them and how they used to play around the tree stumps. She was reminiscing more on these loving memories when she approached a crystalline pool of water. It looked fresh enough, so White Foot dipped her head to the water level, lapping up the cool liquid, instantly calming her down slightly.
With another heavy, pain-filled sigh, White Foot settled down onto the soft grass by the edge of the pool, looking at her reflection with a deep longing that her children were right beside her.
Just then, a rustling of bushes was heard along with angry barks. Instantly, White Foot sprang to her paws, ready to defend herself if needs be. She stood for a moment, muscles tensed and ears forward, listening to the barks. There was more rustling and the sounds of twigs snapping, but nothing seemed to move towards her. The smell of another forest dweller hit the roof of the wolfos' mouth, knowing exactly what it was; keaton. She hesitated, not knowing whether she should proceed forward towards the smell, or just brush the sounds and smells away with a wave of her paw. After another moment of thought, she gathered her courage and advanced into the foliage.
She crouched, hidden, in the bushes, perceiving the keatons in the small clearing. There were two of them, about the size of a normal wolfos; both had their backs turned to her, completely unaware of her presence. "Get out of here, runt!" One of them growled as his tails lashed side-to-side.
"Yeah, I thought we told yeh to stay off our territory!" The other one snapped as well.
"If you don't get out of our sights soon, we'll kill you!"
His friend chuckled. "Yeah, we'll slice yeh up nice an' slow, heh, heh…!"
A tiny whimper was heard from the other sides of the keaton bullies, and it spoke, with a trembling voice, "P-p-please…Don't hurt me. I-I'll leave soon, I promise! I just…I just can't walk very well…I-I hurt all over!"
The hairs on the keatons' backs bristled angrily. "An' who's fault is dat, eh!" He moved around to the other side of whatever small creature they were picking on, allowing White Foot to see the bullied. She consciously gasped as she saw that it was none other than a keaton like the other two! What were these two brutes doing picking on one of their own?
One of the bullies was about to spit something else out at the tiny creature when he stood, stock still, ears perked up. "Do you smell something?"
White Foot internally gasped again, this time in fear of the keatons discovering her. The other yellow-furred being shook his head and growled at his friend. "No, them berries we ate earlier must be a'gittin' to yeh head." And with a shrug of their shoulders, the two went back to bullying the keaton pup.
"What's this? Lying down and taking a nap, are we?" The creature with the better accent sneered at the pup, who had fallen onto his stomach, seemingly out of pain.
"Git up, yeh worthless bag of deku nuts!" He growled, delivering a sharp kick in the stomach of the pup, which was followed up shortly by a painful yelp.
"Stop!" White Foot roared, springing forth from the bushes before she even had a chance to think about what she had just done. Something inside of the wolfos drove her to defend the pup, for reasons unknown. Immediately, the two keatons spun around, muscles tensed and ready for a fight, if that's what it came down to.
"See, I told you something was in those bushes!" The keaton snapped at his friend. "She's been spying on us!"
"Why are you harming this pup!" White Foot demanded, nodding her head towards the limp body of the tiny keaton.
"Why does it matter to you?" The first keaton hissed back.
"I want to know why you are harming one of your own! Have you no shame? For heaven's sake, it's only a pup!"
"We ain't tellin' yeh nothin'!" The heavily accented keaton spat, the fur on his back rising and his claws kneading the ground, itching for a fight.
White Foot narrowed her ice-blue eyes. "You will tell me, or those pretty tails of yours will be nothing but ugly stubs!"
Visibly shocked and wide-eyed with fear, the three-tailed beings gulped and looked at their tails, imagining them to be gone. White Foot smirked; she had definitely pushed a button. Keatons were known to be somewhat vain, the only reason being their tails. All keatons, whether Hylian or Terminan, had three beautiful fluffy yellow tails with black tips on the end. These keatons were, of course, Hylian; one could see by their tail length, which is significantly shorter than those of Termina. One of the keatons relaxed his muscles somewhat and backed a little, while the other one continued to bear his teeth and tense his muscles.
"Are yeh wantin' ta fight, wolfos scum?" He challenged.
"I don't want any bloodshed if it's possible," The white-pawed wolfos replied truthfully, not letting her gaze off the offending, spitting keaton.
"Well, it ain't possible, so…" The keaton was about to lunge, but was stopped abruptly by his friend, who stepped in front of his nose.
"Is it really worth going home with fresh scars, just because of some stupid keaton pup?" He hissed wisely, not wanting unnecessary bloodshed as well. "Back down now and give her what she wants."
The aggressive keaton 'humphed' and relaxed his muscles slightly. "Coward." He hissed back at his friend, who stepped forward a little, fur flattened, showing that he was no threat.
"If you must know," He started, "Our leader has exiled this pup from our land." White Foot's eyes widened a little, but kept listening. "He went out of the woods on his own, and when he returned, he was beaten and carried a thick scent of Hylians,"—He growled—"We couldn't risk having Hylians enter our territory, so our leader forced him to leave. But, he's refusing to go."
The other older keaton behind his friend snorted. "Why don't yeh tell 'er yer mother's name an' yer life story while yer at it." He scoffed with an angry flick of his three tails.
The keaton glanced over his shoulder, giving his friend a glare, before turning his back to the wolfos, padding back to his friend. "Have you two inflicted any damage on him?" White Foot questioned.
"Tch. No." The keaton who previously spoke with her replied, rolling his eyes. "We had specific orders not to harm him unless we see him again on our territory."
"So that means...All of his wounds are from the humans..." She whispered silently, painfully remembering the morning's activities, but drew her attention back to the keatons. She growled, teeth barred, as she saw them approach the pup again. "I suggest leaving him alone from now on,"
"Yer not the boss of us!" The more aggressive of the two snapped back at the she-wolfos.
White Foot clawed the dirt underneath her paws. "Back away now, and none of you will get hurt!" She had no earthly idea why she was defending this pup, she just did. Why? What was so important about this keaton's life that mattered to her? What drove her to save the life?
The aggressive keaton growled again, but was silenced by his cautious friend who started to retreat a little. "C'mon man, she means business. Don't fight over something half-dead anyway."
There was a somewhat short pause, which was filled with threatening growls from the aggressive keaton, but stopped shortly. He spat on the ground, hissed again, and slowly retreated back into the forest with his friend while muttering a "Yeh were lucky this time, wolfos." Over his shoulder.
Once they were out of earshot, White Foot let down her guard and softly padded over to where the limp body of the muddy pup lay. Upon further inspection, the pup looked as if it were unconscious, worn out from something, as it lay in the dirt, bloody scratches on his fur gathering muck and grime. He looked about the age of the she-wolfos' deceased children, but she quickly snapped out of that thought as she hesitated, towering over the limp body.
Silently making up her mind, she gently picked up the tiny body by the scruff of his neck, and turned around, making her way home.
As she passed under the curtain of vines, which hung over the opening in the rock wall leading to the secret hideaway, White Foot couldn't help but feel an uncertain anticipation creeping along her spine. You couldn't just bring in a baby keaton, or any other animal, inside the secret hideaway. She hadn't thought about this until now, and it was too late to turn back and think this over. But what was she going to do when Blaze found out? Say, "Hi Blaze. I decided to bring a keaton into our pack. I know you hate keatons, but I rescued this one and now I think we should nurse it back to health"?
Before she could think anymore about this fragile situation, she heard a voice call her name from behind her. "Hello White Foot!" It was SnowFrost, one of White Foot's closest friends. "We caught a small deer; it should suffice the pack's hunger tonight. Tomorrow we're all going on a hunt together. By the way how are feel—" She was stopped suddenly in her sentence when the white-pawed wolfos turned around, revealing to her the beaten keaton.
SnowFrost stood there, mouth agape, as she shifted her gaze from the keaton to White Foot. "Listen, SnowFrost, before you say anything…I can explain!"
"You had better have a good explanation then, White Foot." Nervousness was in her tone as she continued to look at the pup uncertainly.
So, the light grey wolfos quickly told her friend about how she found the keaton and the story behind him. She hesitated for a moment after finishing. "So that's it…"
"I'm sceptical," SnowFrost replied truthfully, shifting her weight uneasily. "What do you think you'll tell Blizzard, or Blaze for that matter, when they find out?" Both wolfos that SnowFrost mentioned were the alphas in the pack; Blizzard was the female, Blaze the male.
"When Blaze finds what out?" A sudden, gruff growl behind the two females made them jump out of their fur. Blaze's fiery gaze flickered at the two questioningly.
"I, uh," SnowFrost started nervously, but sighed consciously with relief when she saw her pup getting into mischief, like always. "Twiggy! No, don't put that spider on his head!" And with that, she bounded off towards her naughty pup.
Gee, thanks for helping me out. White Foot thought sarcastically, but she would've probably done the same in SnowFrost's situation. Up to this point, Blaze still hadn't seen the keaton, for White Foot's head was turned, but when her leader commanded a, "White Foot, look at me and telling me what's on your mind." She gulped, and slowly, turned her head.
Blaze's amber eyes widened as his ears pressed against his skull and his fur bristled. "What is the meaning of this!" He hissed aggressively, "Why have you brought the young, of one our most hated enemies, I might add, into this pack?"
"Blaze, please, I can explain." White Foot pleaded, gently setting the sleeping pup on the grass between her forepaws. "Just hear me out."
His eyes grew to tiny slits as his lip drew back into a fierce snarl. "We will discuss this later when your mate returns from guard duty!" He hissed choppily before turning around and stomping back to whatever he was doing earlier. He was evidently pissed.
With a heavy sigh, White Foot gingerly picked the pup up from the scruff of his neck, and padded over to a clump of soft leaves, where she laid down, pup between her paws. The scrapes and cuts that covered the keaton's beautiful yellow coat were still dirty and muddy. White Foot's motherly instincts kicked in as she began to gently, slowly lick over the fur, cleaning the pup affectionately.
She had to admit she was fond of the little keaton, although she had hardly known him, but something just drew them together. Once the mud and gunk was cleaned from the sleeping keaton, he actually looked quite cute and attractive, but still had adorable innocence in his sleeping presence.
Shadow appeared from the vine-curtain entrance, tail sweeping back and forth happily as he bounded over to his mate. He was going to cheer her up from the loss; he figured she must've still been thinking about it. After all, he was guilty of doing so himself. Many times on his guard duty he had drifted into nostalgia, still incredulous to the horrible news. White Foot was lying in a clump of leaves in a corner, but when he approached her, his smile faded.
"What's that doing here?" He whispered, pressing his nose close to the yellow body.
Before his mate could reply, Blizzard padded over to the two. She was a lot like SnowFrost, although she was not pure white, but rather, a creamy white with light grey paws and grey-tipped tail. "Blaze and I need to see the three of you immediately." She replied with hardly any emotion, her dark blue eyes unreadable.
White Foot and Shadow exchanged nervous glances; White Foot's being more nervous than her mate's for she knew what was coming. Nevertheless, the two wolfos followed Blizzard to another clump of leaves, the controversial keaton dangling from White Foot's mouth all the way. Blaze was sitting in the leaves, his tail twitching angrily and the fur on his neck standing up a bit. Blizzard sat next to him, watching as Shadow and his mate took seats in front of them. The keaton was placed securely between White Foot's forepaws, fearing something might happen to it.
A minute of uneasy silence passed between the four before Blaze finally broke it, "This is an outrage!"
White Foot remained silent, her head hung.
Blizzard spoke up. "How could you even think about bringing in such treachery to our pack?"
"I have a good reason, Blizzard." White Foot replied truthfully, swallowing the lump in her throat.
"This had better be good," Blizzard whispered so that only Blaze could hear.
"Tell us your thinking." Blaze commanded sharply.
With a sigh and drooped tail, White Foot began to explain how she had rescued the keaton from exile and possible problems in the future. She just hoped that it was enough to convince the alphas not to do anything drastic.
Blaze sighed, but his eyes remained still, with only the slight hint of annoyance. "So what are you getting to, exactly?"
"I…" She began nervously, but swallowed her fear and forced herself to be brave when coming out with a rather bold suggestion. "I wish to keep him."
At this, Blaze sprang up to his paws, fur bristling and ears tight against his skull. Blizzard's dark blue eyes had widened a fair amount and even Shadow gave a disbelieving inquisitive stare at his mate. "WHAT!" Blaze yowled, his eyes furious.
"Are you insane, White Foot!" Blizzard chimed in with a hiss. "Take in a keaton as one of our own? Of all the ridiculous, absurd things…!"
White Foot turned to face her mate, to meet his expression. "White Foot, it won't be the same," He whispered, adding with a fond lick on her ear. "He'll never be our own."
"Yes, but," She started, but was interrupted by a roar from Blaze.
"Absolutely NOT!" He hissed with an angry flick of his tail. "I will not permit this! He is a keaton, and keatons should not live with wolfos! We've been mortal enemies since the beginning of time! I will not allow this beast to break our laws!"
White Foot also stood up, nose-to-nose with her furious leader. "He knows not of these hates! He's barely as old as my children were!"
"That matters not!" Blaze shot back. "Keatons will be keatons, and in time, he shall learn of his past! He will commit treachery to the pack and kill our young! It is my duty to protect our kind!"
White Foot's lips drew back into a snarl. "How can you say that about him! He is not a full-grown keaton; he has no lust for wolfos' blood in his heart! If we were to raise him as one of our own, he would obey our laws, and be mutinous to our enemies! He will be a good addition to our pack!" She growled wisely. "With three of my male pups dead, he could make up for them." Her fur stopped standing up and she relaxed a little, not wanting to be too fanatical.
The alpha male paused for a minute, breathing heavily from his outbursts. Finally, he resumed his seat next to Blizzard, as did White Foot, who seated herself next to Shadow. "Fine." Blaze growled lightly. He was still not thrilled about the idea, but he unwillingly complied. "He stays. But if he turns mutinous later, it'll be on your hide, White Foot." And with that, he stomped back to his den, where he would need a long, quiet sleep.
Blizzard turned her deep azure eyes to White Foot's ice-blue ones. "You were lucky this time. If I were Blaze I would've slashed open his throat." She spat and paced to her own den too. White Foot involuntarily clutched the keaton closer to her at these ominous, morbid words. She heard him whimper in his sleep, and licked his head comfortingly, wondering if he had heard Blizzard in his dreams.
"Well," Shadow started, settling down next to his mate and new adopted son. "You've got what you wanted. I'm happy too, actually. We can still be parents, right?" His emerald eyes twinkled and he gave a small grin. "What will his name be?"
White Foot continued to lick the top of her new son with a fondness only a mother can give to her young. She paused for a moment, thinking, but finally replied.
"His name will be Trey."
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Alright, how was it? Please do not be shy in reviewing, as I stated before. Another point I'd like to address; I know that normal wolves don't hunt on their own (rather, in packs), but for wolfos they do when they train pups to hunt. Kay? Kay. :)
