TF Dires

By

Dragon with a Shotgun

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Chapter Three

It was cold, scary, and very lonely for two wolves that traveled not too far away from the four hunters. A young female and a small pup less than a month old. The female had white fur with a blue dorsal stripe down her back, a solid blue tail, and blue socks. The little pup looked almost the same, but his fur was grey with blue and only his paws were blue. They bother had bright blue eyes, and were very alone.

"Sissy, I'm hungry…" the small pup whimpered as he struggled to keep up with the female.

She looked back at her little brother, and sighed heavily before stopping to let him catch up. "I know, Streak. I know."

Streak sat down behind her leg, and swallowed hard. "When are we gonna eat?"

"Soon," she replied, "Soon."

The older sibling was Stream. She was born in a litter before her brother's, and was a few months older. But them being from the same father, they were full-blooded siblings. She was the babysitter of the den whenever their parents went on a hunt. Well, at least she used to be before they attacked. They had red eyes that pierced through the darkness of the shadows, teeth that gleamed in the night, and blood curdling howls. They had attacked the dens, slaughtering any who couldn't fight back and any who tried to. Their parents were killed, along with all the others. The brother and sister were very lucky because their den lead toward the bottom of the hill their pack had settled on. It was an old badger's burrow, and had many tunnels. So they were able to escape.

Stream watched as her brother shook from hunger, and fear. All of the rest of his other litter were killed, and he was terrified of what could happen next. Knowing that he was too tired to keep walking on his own, Stream carefully picked Streak up by the scruff of his neck and began walking again. She didn't know where to go now with her family and pack not with her to protect her, nor did she know how to hunt. She was supposed to go on her first hunt in a few days, but now that was lost all because of those stupid Red Eyes. That was how she referred to them as. They were vicious, and terrifying. She hated knowing that her little brother was starving, and she felt very guilty. She knew that it wasn't her fault that she couldn't hunt, but it still pained her to see him hungry with her not able to do anything about it. She cursed in her mind at the Red Eyes.

She trudged on tiredly, high-stepping through the snow. This was her first snow, and it had been fun at first when it had arrived earlier the day before, but now it was only a threat to her and her sibling and was hard to walk through. It was cold under her paws, and made it worse to find a safe place. Her brother was already weak from hunger; she didn't want him to die of the cold. He was too young… She heard him whimper, and felt her chest tighten as she paused for a moment's rest. She looked around, and sighed in relief when she saw a bush that was under a very large and bushy tree. She walked forward and crawled under the snow-weighted branches of the large pine tree and then placed Streak under the bush to protect him from the wind.

"Stay here, Streak." she said gently as she licked his head. "I am going to try to hunt. Be silent and don't go anywhere."

The small pup nodded, and laid his head on his paws. Stream then turned away, sniffed around for a moment, and then trekked after the scent of an otter. She had smelled the scent before, since her father had caught one once. It smelled… fishy, and it was very chewy. But otters were full of fat and protein. They were good food, especially for a pup. When she had first eaten otter, she wasn't quite sure what to make of it, and assumed that she didn't like it. But she grew onto it as her father hunted more. Hopefully this otter hadn't gone far, and of not, perhaps she could attempt to kill it. Streak had just been weaned and needed food soon. She could only hope that she could catch this otter.

Not far away, a young yellow wolf crept through the weighted undergrowth, looking around with his ears forward and his eyes wide and alert. He sniffed the ground for a moment. Ironhide had told him that he was going to go take a look around for any sign of The Mountain Pack's presence near the area along with the twins. He had gotten bored and began wandering around to search for his own clues.

Bumblebee remembered when he had been captured by Megatron when he was a tiny pup. He had almost been killed, and was very happy that Ironhide was there, and Optimus, and all of the others. Starscream was very scary, and was the one who had hurt him the most. But Megatron did a number on him too, though. Either way, he didn't want to be captured again, so he kept low and silent.

He was walking on the riverbank of the territory's borders. The river was huge, and ran for miles and miles. The borders of his pack's, The River Pack's, territory, and was crystal blue in the cooler times, and was crystal clear in spring and summer. In the corner of his eye, Bumblebee suddenly caught the sight of a weasel-like animal some ways in front of him. It had a long body and tail, a tiny head, and small round eyes. He wagged his tail.

Food!

He crouched low. He had always wanted to try to hunt on his own, but now was the first time he had attempted it. He began to creep through the bushes, his ears up and head low. He kept an eye on the otter for a moment, but then he lost track of it under a log. The log looked to be a fallen pine, and was frozen in the ice of the river so that part of the log was on the riverbank and the other part was in the frozen river. There was a space between the ground ant the log in the snow.

He growled, and padded closer. Perhaps there was a hole in the log that it had gotten into. He could dig it out easily. Ironhide was going to be so proud of him! He saw the otter's tail tip on the outside of a small burrow. The burrow was just on the other side of the log under the space where the snow could not reach. He crouched low, and waited for a few agonizing moments. Ironhide had always told him, "Patience is key to a successful hunt." But Ironhide wasn't the type to be 'patient', was he?

Bumblebee hunched his shoulders, tensing his muscles before letting them spring into action. He sprung at the log, attempting to slide under it and grab the otter's tail before it could dart further inside its burrow. His body was halfway under the log when he suddenly hit something really hard.

"Oof!" he grunted, feeling his hindquarters slide under him so that his fur fluffed around his shoulders and neck.

He opened his eyes slowly to see what he had run into, and blinked in surprise when he saw another pair of crystal-like blue eyes staring right back in equal surprise. He and the wolf stood there frozen where they had hit, their noses touching, and their chests almost brushing against each other's. They stared wide-eyed at each other, not quite sure of what to make of what had just happened and what to do at that moment.

The female blinked slowly, and took shallow breathes, still in shock and not very sure of what to do. Bumblebee thought that her eyes were kind of pretty. Her fur was a little darker just around the edges of her eyes, making it look like what the humans called 'eyelashes'. When she blinked rapidly, he felt his heart skip a beat. He had suddenly thought that she was very pretty. But before he could think another thought, that beauty in the she-wolf's small face transformed into a menacing snarl as she suddenly started to back up, her tail tucked and her ears flattened. Her crystal blue eyes had a dark look to them now, and he leaned back in shock at the sudden change in body language.

Bumblebee perked his ears. "Easy, I do not want to hurt you. Who are y-,"

Before he could finish the sentence, she turned around and bolted down the riverbank. She had done so fast enough to almost make an afterimage. He stood up, shaking the snow off of his fur before he sprinted after her, having forgotten about Ironhide. Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker and the otter.

"H-Hey, wait!" he called after her, but received no answer as she ran away. He picked up the pace, now racing after her. Wolves were built for running long distances for long periods of time. Dire wolves were much bigger than grey wolves, and had stronger built. Dire wolves could outrun grey wolves and many animals that were considered prey. That was why Dires were well avoided.

The yellow adolescent ran as fast as he could, and noticed that he was catching up to her. The female noticed this, and snarled to herself. She skidded to a stop and turned to her left, entering the woods in an attempt to lose him. Nope. Didn't work. The yellow male kept after her, racing through the trees, dodging fallen limbs and logs and trees. He kept a firm step in the snow, and his eyes darted every once in a while to watch out for obstacles. She wouldn't give up though, and pushed her body harder, racing almost too fast through the woods. She was going to lose him. She had to.

Bumblebee fought to catch up with her, and jumped over a stump that he had just managed to spot before he could trip over it. He saw that she was tiring. Her body was slowing down, and she was panting hard. But he was also getting tired. He took in deep breathes, but then he suddenly gasped. The female didn't see the hole in the snow, and she went down hard, doing a few barrel rolls before she went still in the snow. Bumblebee halted quickly, and stood still as he stared at the female as her fur blew in the breeze.

"Oh, I… I am sorry! Are you alright?" he quickly said, padding up to her. He sniffed her to see if there was any sign of consciousness.

Right when he lowered his muzzle to her neck, she sprung. She jumped up and lunged at him, slamming him into the snow with brute force. He yelped, and instinctively tucked his tail. He did not want to hurt her, but in an attempt to get free, he kicked her with his back feet, and they flipped backwards with him pinning her shoulders with his paws.

"Now," he growled deeply but not showing his teeth. "I do not want to hurt you! I only wanted to know who you were."

The female struggled for a moment. She was smaller than him, but seemed to be about the same age. She still had a fiery look in her eyes, and her muzzle was curled into a snarl. He knew that she was in fear, but what else was he supposed to do? He softened his expression.

"Now, I am going to get off of you. But remember, I don't want to fight." He slowly backed off of her. Once he was off, she sprung back onto her feet, and lowered her head with the same snarl. He perked his ears, but did not raise his tail in dominance. He did not want to frighten her any more than she was then. After a long while of silence, she lifted her head.

"You… don't want to hurt me?" she asked quietly. She looked scared to death deep down.

Bumblebee smiled, and took a step forward. "I don't. What is your name?"

She tilted her head curiously, but her eyes softened. "I am Stream. Who are you?"

"I'm Bumblebee." he replied happily.

Stream blinked calmly at him, and sat down to lick her paw. He saw that she didn't put weight on it, and was careful not to place it on the ground. He had noticed that when he had pinned her, she didn't put as much force on the right. He stepped forward and lowered his head.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a worried tone.

She looked up at him with her paw still hanging. "Oh, yes, I am. I just hurt it in the fall."

Bumblebee swallowed. He felt guilty that he had chased her. Maybe it would have been best to leave her alone. But he had come so far, and now she was speaking to him. She seemed friendly, and he really liked her. She was pretty, and calm when not mad. The two young wolves fell into silence again. Neither knew of what to say. They had been through a long chase, and a scuffle, but now that they knew that neither wanted to hurt each other, they didn't know what to say.

"So, Stream, are you from around this part of the forest? Or are you just passing through?" Bumblebee asked finally.

Stream looked up from inspecting her paw with her ears slightly flattened.

"Oh, um… me and my brother are just passing through."

"Brother? You are not alone?" he questioned.

She nodded. "I have a younger brother. His name is Streak. He looks like me sort of."

Bumblebee nodded. He hadn't thought of her having anyone with her when he had chased her. Maybe she was leading him away to keep her brother safe? He didn't know for sure. But he was curious of who her brother was. Was he a pup? Was he just a little younger than her? Was he her twin? For a moment he considered asking her if he was nearby, and if they could go see him.

Out of nowhere, a dark blur came through the brush and tackled Stream. She yelped as the large wolf and she rolled around on the ground, snarling yapping, biting, and kicking. She tried to escape Ironhide, but his bulk and strength kept her pinned. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were right beside Bumblebee, positioning themselves in front of him. Bumblebee gasped, and stood up.

"'Hide, stop! Stop this, she isn't a threat!"

The older dark grey wolf growled while he had Stream pinned. He glared at her, with his tail raised. He had the urge to bite her neck, but at Bumblebee's cries, he tried to calm himself. He slowly back off, and snarled at her as he stepped in front of Bumblebee. But before he could move any more, Bumblebee sprang over them and in front of Stream, who crouched low to the ground with her tail tucked and her head low. He raised his tail, and his ears were straight up.

"Why did you do that?" Bumblebee said, frowning at his guardian. How could he do this? She did not attack him, but only was defending herself. And had he been following him? Why hadn't he told him that he was near?

Ironhide tried to hold back a snarl. He knew that his anger was already at high point, but he didn't want to hurt his young friend. He felt the urge to pace back and forth, but he forced himself to stand still.

"Who is this female?" he growled, glaring at Stream as she now stood up.

Stream lowered her head so see could see under Bumblebee's head. This Ironhide seemed so aggressive. Was he a friend of Bumblebee's? And who were the two males behind him? They looked almost exactly alike, besides that one had red markings and the other yellow. Maybe they were brothers? More like twins. They were all a lot bigger than her, but Bumblebee was just a little larger than her, and smaller than the adults. They looked scary, but Ironhide was the worst.

"Ironhide, this is Stream. I just met her." Bumblebee replied.

Stream studied Bumblebee's stance. He looked as if he was between submissive and aggressive. He had his tail slightly raised and his ears up in warning, but also his head was lowered and he wasn't standing straight up. This grey wolf was probably family to him, and he didn't want to hurt him. But all of this was to her eyes. Ironhide didn't look anything like Bumblebee, or vice versa. Was he his father? Were they even related?

Ironhide growled quietly, and walked forward. Bumblebee, being submissive, lowered his head and tucked his tail before stepping aside. Ironhide growled, and Stream lowered her head and tucked her tail between her legs. She crept forward, and let him take in her scent. He sniffed her tail, and her side and neck, taking whatever information he could. He smelled a pup's scent, and his aggression suddenly turned into realization. He had heard the scuffle from a few moments earlier, and thought that she had attacked Bumblebee. But now he understood that she was only protecting herself and her pup. So, he softened his expression as the twins came over and gave her a sniff.

"I am sorry. I am just protecting my family. So your name is Stream?" Ironhide spoke calmly, lowering his tail but not tucking it. He perked his ears in interest now.

Stream gave Sunstreaker a small growl when he got too close, and he stepped back along with Sideswipe. She hated it when older wolves got too close to her, especially strangers. So she wanted to make it clear that she didn't want to be messed with. She then looked at Ironhide with a lightened expression.

"It is fine, Ironhide. And yes, I am Stream. I am sorry for giving you the wrong impression." She answered quietly, lowering her head slightly.

Ironhide nodded. "I am sorry for acting so abruptly. I should have asked first."

Stream smiled, and watched as Bumblebee sat down beside her before trying to scratch at an itch. He then shook his head and smiled at her. She liked how friendly he was to her. He was so nice and calm, and protective when his own pack mate attacked. But she then stood up and frowned.

"Well, can we go and see if my brother is okay? I left him somewhere close by."

"You have a brother?" Ironhide asked with his tail slightly rising.

She nodded, and began to run back the way she had been chased. The others besides Bumblebee gave each other curious looks before rushing to catch up with the two younger wolves. Stream backtracked toward the river, and the large log that was frozen within it. She also glanced down at the ground to watch for her tracks. She twitched her ears as she heard the others' paw steps behind her. She made a sharp turn and began to slow, remembering that she had placed him under a bush that was at the base of a large tree.

Finally, she saw the tree that she had placed her brother at. But she then suddenly gasped at what she found. The snow had fallen from the tree branches above and collapsed on top of the bush that Stream was under. The snow was at least three feet deep on top of the bush, and the tee was almost bare. On the trunk she saw scrape marks, like a deer or elk scraped their antlers against it.

"Streak!" she cried out before almost lunging at the snow hill and digging with both front paws. She sent snow flying, covering Bumblebee when he then came up behind her. He was about to laugh, but when he saw the terror and panic on her face, he then began helping her dig in the snow.

"Streak, please! Answer me! Streak!"

Her cries filled Bumblebee's ears, and they made him dig deeper. He wanted to find her little brother now, and wanted to make her howls stop. They dug for minutes before Ironhide and the twins came. The adults observed the two younglings thrash around in the snow in panic before Ironhide suddenly spotted something between some roots under a large oak behind them.

Ironhide turned around and lowered his head and gave the small bundle a sniff before grabbing the pup by the scruff of the neck.

"Stream,"

Stream looked up and was about to snap at him until she saw what was in his jaws. Her terror suddenly turned into sheer relief before she bounded toward him. She gently grabbed Streak from Ironhide's mouth and laid down, hugging him with her paws and licking the small pup's head.

"Oh thank goodness! Streak, you're okay!" she whimpered, and before long a protest could be heard.

"Sissy, stop that! Yuck! You got cooties!" The pup tried to crawl out from her paws, but she tightened her grip.

Stream then growled, nipping his ear. "Don't you ever scare me like that! I thought that you were gone for good."

Streak rolled his eyes and grumbled. "I got too cold and moved to the roots. It's only a few steps from the dumb bush."

Stream growled at him, and sighed as she sat up. Streak flopped out from her paws and he shook his head. Bumblebee tilted his head and lowered his head to the pup's height. This pup did look a lot like Stream. Almost exactly. The pup looked at Bumblebee, and forgetting his boldness from before, coward behind Stream's leg.

Ironhide chuckled, and smiled at the siblings. "He will be fine. Would you two like to come with us? To our pack's den?"

Stream smiled, and was about to answer back before Streak then poked his head around her leg.

"Will there be food?" he asked.

Ironhide smiled and nodded. "Of course."

Streak grinned and gave his sister a puppy-eyed smile. Stream considered the thought. She was still nervous, for the attack from the day before had her on edge. But the thought of her brother starving and them not being protected gave her the confidence to find her answer. She sighed and rolled her eyes before nodded at Ironhide.

"Yes, we will."

Streak smiled before rubbing her leg. The others turned away and began to trek up the slope. Stream smiled at her brother, and she licked his head before grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and following the others. She was still worried of how their pack would treat them, but she supposed that this would be better than the way the Red-Eyes had treated them. So, she guessed that she had no choice but to follow. She wasn't going to let her brother starve, nor was she going to risk them being attacked because they had no other wolves with them. She had no clue of what to happen, but for now, she hoped for the best.

Hey guys, sorry for the late post. School starting has gotten me on my toes lately so I don't have to time to write as much. Hope you liked this though. Thanks!