Disclaimer: I do not own, write, draw, Wolf's Rain.

I'm going to add trasnlastions so here they are-

anagos - ash

shaw - paw

Chapter 1: Traveling to the start, my name is *arctica sendile*...

What is destiny? Do we know? Is it given to you, or do you choose your path? Are we born with a destiny, or can it be changed? What happens when we stray from destiny? Are we punished, or does time reset…

Following…

But what was I following? It was some sort of feeling, pulling me in this direction. Was I supposed to follow it? Would it lead me to destiny, or destruction? It was some sort of force guiding me to the place I am suppose to go. It had to be instinct. I have been searching for a long time, my journey seems to never end. Why do I chase this unknown thing, when it will only lead to one thing? Everyone's end of the road leads to the same place. So, if the road leads to the same place, why do we follow it? Are we crazy, or…

Are we just curious?

The land was deserted, and had been for the longest of time. It was loud with the wind whipping around the snow. It was almost as though the snow was fogging the sky, to create cover for something to prey on those unfortunate enough to stumble onto the a cursed land. The scent of blood hinted in the air. As well as burning of flesh, and the scent of gun powder. There was no escape for the scents that warned others to stray a far from here; but this one, was determined to travel the road less traveled by. The snow was deep and yet firm. Not a single piece of grass sticking out through it. There was a snow storm that claimed the air and land at the time. The area seemed dead, though he didn't care.

A lone whit wolf trudged about the snow as though pulled by an unknown force. His eyes gleamed a bright yellow, and fur a white as snow. He was a large one at that, at least, as dogs came to be. He was not a dog though, he was a wolf. Many animals that he had encountered on the way begged him not to go through this path; they said so many times, danger and death met the ones who traveled this route. Many had claims that tame wild animals had been captured by the humans and forced to work with them. Some said that monsters roamed the land and ate everything in sight. There was no escape from the beast, though some say there is a loop master who is guarding this land; waiting for the chosen one to end the loop that was said to open here. None of these stories deterred the wolf. After a while, he had a follower, a lone fox that was only a pup.

"Why do you follow me?" Questioned the white wolf not looking astray from his path.

"I want to know what you are going for." The fox pup stated as it jumped from paw print to paw print. The pup fox was snow white with black tips on its ears and tail. Dark grey tips where on his paws; as though he had been playing greedily in ash. His eyes where sparkling with brown; full to the brink with child like curiosity and wonder.

"I do not know what I am heading for." Replied the wolf, "Only that I need to go find it." still not slowing down, he kept true.

"How do you know this is the way to go?" Questioned the curious fox pup now side by side with the wolf.

"Instinct" He stated as he kept walking.

"Coooool!" The pup jumped up and down in excitement. The pup caught right back up with the wolf again full of energy, "My name is Anaw, what is yours?" Questioned the Anaw curiously.

"My name is Kita…" The wolf replied still going forward. Seeing as his tag along was not scramming he decided to pass the time, "Your name is odd to me." He observed to Anaw.

Anaw laughed at this, "My name is in a different language than yours is all. Your name means North Gate? That doesn't fit you at all… I got it!" Anaw exclaimed as he jumped in front of Kita, "Your name should be Arsen!"

Kita looked at him in confusion, "Arsen?"

"Yes, it is a mix of two words in our language; arctica sendile, Arsen!" Anaw wagged his tail happily.

"If this is true, then what is your name meaning?" The wolf questioned pressing on.

"My name means ash paw; anagos meaning ash, and shaw meaning paw, anagos shaw, Anaw." He explained happily.

"So what is the meaning of the name you gave me?" He questioned not really caring.

"That's a secret." Anaw teased with a wink.

Arsen smiled at the childness of the fox pup. He was still young and still had a life ahead of him.

"You know what lies on this path right?" Questioned Anaw.

"No."

"Everyone says that monsters lie on this path, though that is not true."

"What does lie on this path then?"

"Hairless beasts that have weird cloths on them!"

"Humans"

"They smell like a bunch of animals and have fake fur that ranges in colors and changes every day!"

"Hunters"

"They have these metal arms on them that cause explosions or suddenly blast a hole where its tip is pointed!"

"Guns"

"They even tame or forcibly tame other animals, like dogs, and wolves, to help locate and kill us that travel this path!"

"Hunting animals"

Anaw tilted his head in disbelief and disgust almost. "Hey, how do you know so much?"

"I have been around the land more than a couple of times, this is a hunting range."

"Hunting range?" Anaw questioned now interested in this topic. Anaw still assumed he knew this place better though, which showed right on his face.

"Yes, and all of your friends, have been shot, killed, skinned, and most likely eaten or sold for profit of the hunter."

"I want to kill the hunters!" Anaw growled at the wind thinking of how he could sink his teeth into the next hunter he saw.

"That might not be a good idea. Hunters with guns, and hunting animals are too much for a little pup to handle." Arsen commented casting a side glance over to Anaw who was now behind him.

"Well, I'm not giving up!"

Arsen turned to the pup," That so?" He questioned laughing slightly, "That is the spirit, though you might want to go back." He replied as he continued forward.

"No way! I ain't afraid of nuthin!" Anaw exclaimed as he followed suit with the wolf. His wood land life was showing through his speech, "So why are you following something you don't know what it is?"

"I am following my instinct. It tells me to find something."

"Find what?"

"I don't know."

"Your destiny?"

"Possibly, there is just something inside of me telling me that I need to find something; that I need to do something; that I need to go to a certain place."

"But you don't know what the place is, or what the thing is, or where this place is?"

"Correct"

Anaw pondered this then the idea crawled into his head, "Can I help you with your journey?"

Arsen looked at Anaw in curiosity. Why would this small pup want to risk his life to help me? He was sure to have a family that missed him. Was there some sort of revenge involved?

The feeling became strong…

He had to follow his instinct. Something was calling him, asking him, telling him to come to it. He followed it with his heart, and his very soul. Though he still had no clue what it was, and he didn't care.

A certain scent hit his nose suddenly. It was a scent of a flower, though it was sweeter and more fragrant than he had thought. It called to him, and beckoned him to follow. Anaw looked to him in curiosity, as though he could not smell it.

"Do you not smell the scent?" Arsen questioned.

"I do, we all do, though none of us can follow it and find the scent." Anaw responded with a hint of sadness.

Arsen was about to respond when a familiar scent snatched his attention. It was the stench of death, and fur; ash, and burnt flesh, and the smell of old blood. Judging by the sound in the distance, there was two of them, a boy and an adult. Though there was also another scent that he could not register. It smelled of wolf, though it was also the smell of other animals mixed into it.

A bark came from the distance…

"What was that?!" Anaw questioned as he backed up in fear. Arsen growled a low growl as he stepped in front of Anaw. The sound came closer and closer. He was out for blood, and it sounded as though he was ready to track us. He had our scent as well. Arsen snatched Anaw in his mouth and dashed off in another direction. Anaw yelped in surprise. The sudden sound caught the attention of the hunting dog.

They had been caught…

The hunting dog barked loudly as it followed suit of its prey. The humans began to yell as they followed the guide.

"What is it boy?" An old voice questioned.

"He found something papa he found something!" The boy exclaimed.

"Get them Red! Get them!" Yelled the older man.

The dog became more frenzied hearing this, as though it inspired him. It was almost sickening how this dog was degraded. Its scent was off though, it wasn't of dog. If only it didn't smell of other animals it had slain. The only way to tell for sure if it was a wolf was if it…

Red jumped in front of them growling furiously… It had read his mind…

No… It was not a dog…

Before them, was a red coated animal, strong muscles that were constricted for fighting, strong build like Arsen, black tips on his ears and the tip of his tail, his eyes were the same color as Anaw, a deep hazel brown, and on his forehead bore a small white dot. He was huge for a simple hunting dog, and bore a collar, the symbol of slavery for all animals.

"That's a hunting dog?!" Yelped Anaw half in shock and half in fear.

"No…"

"T-then what is it?!" He questioned, stuttering. What could be worse than a hunting dog?! Anaw questioned himself.

"An enslaved wolf…"