I think Hige might like me. He'd be really hard to keep as a mate though. And, besides that, I'm much too young to worry about mates. He still calls me "Pup." But he also calls me "Babe" and that's gets very confusing sometimes.
When we had been together for a week, Hige said that he smelled Wolf blood. I smelled it, too. It did not smell like the one I had known but wished to forget. His smell was still here, too.
We followed the smell without rushing. Hige said it would be pointless. It still smelled alive. Maybe an hour later, we found where the scent stopped: a police station.
"He's in there, all right," Hige said, looking up at the big building.
"Are we gonna get him out?" I asked, looking at Hige with my eyebrows furrowed.
"That's right, Chickadee," he said, scratching his head.
"But…how will we get him out of there?" I ask looking again at the building. He was on a higher floor from the smell of it. That would mean we'd have to be able to get in the building in the first place and manage to get past the humans to a higher floor.
"Don't worry about it," Hige said and gave me a crooked smile. "I've got a plan." And I wanted to believe that the plan would be good but the last time he gave me that look was when we went to get the steaks. Then again, that plan did work. For the most part. I tried to be optimistic.
Hige told me to wait outside, so I did. He was gone for the better part of an hour.
In that hour, I spent my time observing. I sat on a wooden crate, just looking around at the humans around me. They are a lot like wolves, but not really, too. It's a bit confusing. See, they don't look like wolves. Wolves are hairy. Humans are naked, mostly. Wolves have wet noses and humans have dry. Wolves have paws and humans have hands and feet. But I don't think our anatomy is all that different. Humans have toes and fingers and wolves sort of do, too. We've both got four legs, even if humans only walk on two. We had similarities. But, see, humans are cowards. Maybe they were raised that way. Maybe it's learned. But wolves, wolves are always brave. This is because wolves are always afraid. We're afraid of dying, we're afraid of starving and we're afraid of humans. It's kind of silly, really, to be afraid of something cowardly. Humans are so cowardly, though, that they built machines to make them feel brave and they hid behind their machines and killed off the brave wolves who did not have machines to fight with. Cowardly humans. Still, I do feel pity for them and I feel…happy, maybe, that they exist. Nobody wants to die. Nobody wants to starve or freeze. We sit in this dome, in what the humans call Freeze City, because it's easier to be here and I admit that I am cowardly when I should be brave. Maybe wolves are becoming like humans. Maybe we hide behind our claws like they hide behind their machines. Who knows? I know that if we want to survive together, we have to learn to coexist. But in order to do that, they need to know that we still exist in the first place.
Hige emerged from the police building with a pale wolf shaped like a pale human with black hair. He is exactly the wolf we were looking for. When I saw them, I waved and smiled.
"Where to?" I asked and jumped off the crate I was on. The stranger wolf smelled hurt, but he didn't act like it. Wolves are brave creatures.
Hige thought about it for a moment. "I think we should get hot dogs. Hot shot here hasn't eaten in a couple days," he said, motioning to the stranger wolf. I nodded and the three of us walked towards the nearest hot dog stand.
"What's your name?" I asked the new guy, "And what're you doing in a place like this?"
"Kiba," he replied simply, "I'm looking for Paradise."
