Julie of the Wolves; Jello's son

CHAPTER ONE

"No."

"Yes."

"NO," said the female wolf more firmly. "I am Amaroq's mate. Not yours." With that the wolf bit the top of the male wolf's nose, telling him that she was boss.

"But...but Silver! I'm without a mate."

Silver cringed her nose. "Who, Jello, would mate with you? Jello the weakling. Who?"

Jello stepped forward. "Maybe you, if you would be kind enough to--"

WHUMP! "Yi-eipp!!" Jello cried. Jello got down on his back and showed his white tummy. "You win," He said. Then he walked away, rubbing his muzzle with his paw where Silver had clocked him.

The pack had made a fresh kill that evening. It was a sickly carabu. It usually was.

Jello, however, couldn't focus on eating. He needed to mate, because the underwolf's life was never too long. Jello was an underwolf, a former loner. He tore some meat from the kill, forcing himself to eat. As usual, nobody was eating with him. Nope. Never. He had to eat last. Since he always got the worst of the kill, he took to stealing from Miyax. What would she care? He thought. She's just a stupid human, anyway.

Since concenquences for stealing from 'one of the pack' was sometimes fatal, Jello knew he needed to have pups.

" And that nasty female won't even help me," He muttered angrily. He knew of only three females: Silver, his mother who was dead, and Sourpatch who was kicked out of the pack because she tried to kill Amaroq and Silver's pups. But where was she? Was she dead?

Would she be his mate? There is only one way to find out, Jello decided. And so he set out across the tundra in search of his future mate, Sourpatch.

"Take that, Amaroq and Silver," He thought. "I'm going to have the greatest pups of all!"

Jello soon discovered that Sourpatch was closer than he expected.

"I travel in circles." Sourpatch informed Jello bluntly. "I follow your pack so I know where prey is."

"I just think you find me attractive and want to follow me around." Said Jello with a swish of his tail.

"I think of no-one as attractive."

"Be my mate," Jello insisted.

"Why?"

"I love you..."

"You don't."

"I do." Jello inched closer to Sourpatch.

"Back off,"

Jello rubbed his head against her side in affection. "I won't back off. I do love you and we will have strong pups."

"I will have nothing with you."

"You'll die alone." Said Jello.

"Hmph," Sourpatch shifed her glance.

He touched noses with her. It seemed she had given in. "I guess I know how to charm a lady," Jello said.

"Don't push it. If you do, your head comes off."

Jello and Sourpatch ended up having only one pup; they named him Lemon. Sortly after Jello stole from Miyax again to feed his family.

Amaroq killed him.