Wolf Titans

By: Cali-Kateri

November 25, 2005-

I had the worst dream last night.

It was dark and I was in a wagon. Like the ones from olden Texas. A man was there, he was sick, very sick, injured too.

A little boy lay down beside me, whimpering, talking in his sleep. "Kocham cie Tata, kocham cie." He was talking in Polish. He was saying, "I love you, Dad, I love you."

I stared out the opening and looked at all the other covered wagons. Most of them were treating people who also had shaking fever. Most were children, most ended up dead, dead in their mothers' arms.

The boy had started crying. I scooped him up in my arms and hummed a rhythm called The Gift of Love. And he calmed down.

I gave him my only blanket and leapt off the wagon. The feel of the cool rain on my face caused me to feel less feverish. I had always loved the gift of rain so I began to sing.

Though I may speak

With bravest fire

I have the gift

To all inspire

The gift of love

Guide every deed

By this we worship

And are freed

At that point I was interrupted by the sound of cannon fire.

Two wagons near ours blew up. Everyone started running.

The next thing I knew fire was surrounding me I grabbed the little boy's hand as he ran toward me. We tore away from that place. We ran to the west were an army would be waiting to take down the evil men who try to destroy us.

We ran until we came to a cave. Blotchy violet lights filled the black sky and illuminated the silhouette of safety.

I grabbed the boy's shoulders and looked at him at eye level.

"You've got to get over those hills, go by yourself; I'll meet you there as soon as I find your father."

He whimpered but knew there was no arguing over it and started up the hill. Only when he got to the top did he look back. I gave a sad wave as he disappeared over the rise.

Abruptly I felt someone's hand constricting my wrist. And a blade was against my throat. The man led me into the cave, and backed me up against the wall. He raised the dagger and…

"Aaaaahhhh!"

"Raven! Are you okay?"

Everyone stared at me.

"What happened?" I asked them.

Starfire looked at me with her eyes full of worry, "You were screaming," She said.

Was I really screaming that loud? I thought. Yeah, I must've been for them to be that worried.

Beast Boy rubbed his head against my cheek to calm me and say he was concerned.

It was morning and the ground was damp with rain. Dew was hanging off the leaves and flowers. It was beautiful, with the clean air it was as if the world had been made again. I haven't seen this type of day in my whole life.

"Titans," Robin said. We all gathered around him.

"Okay, guys. It's getting to winter in Minnesota here. We need to find a place to stay where we can't get cold or anything. We need territory. Move out!"

We started walking in single file. Stepping in each others paw prints until it looked like only one wolf was there. The brisk air grooming our fur and ruffling it.

It took about six hours worth of hiking, swimming, and trotting to find an empty piece of land. Amazingly we never got tired. The den was large enough for ten wolves and Starfire made herself right at home.

There was a small pond near the den, a good place to hunt for game. It had a large "front yard" and the den made a ninety-degree turn into the "bedrooms" The previous wolf pack had been wiped out by hunters.

"Come on y'all, it's been a long day." Said Cyborg and curled up in a temperate corner.

"We get the room with the affixed bathroom!" Beast Boy proclaimed. I only rolled my eyes and lay down next to him. There were no more discussions as our eyelids drooped and we fell into a deep slumber.

Raven

November 26, 2005-

Beast Boy and Cyborg were playing tug o' war with a deer bone. Starfire was at the pond trying to catch a fish, and Robin was taking a nap on a rock over the den. I was cheering the boys on and everyone was busy.

A thought must've come to Robin because he lifted his head and asked, "Beast Boy is there anything else we need to be a normal pack?"

Beast Boy looked a little shaky, "Well, um, oh yeah! We need names. Have you ever heard about a wolf named Cyborg, or Beast Boy? We need REAL wolf names."

I cocked my head and asked, "Where are we going to get these names? We don't choose them ourselves, do we?"

BB laughed, "Of course not silly," he replied. "The alpha male does, the leader."

Robin practically choked.

"I don't even know any names!" he pleaded. "Why don't you do it Beast Boy, you're the one who insisted."

"Okey-dokey artichokey," he said in a sing-song voice. "Everybody in line."

He came to us one by one and scrutinized, and inspected us. He asked us to do all sorts of things, and then finally decided on some weird name. Starfire was Star Gentian, Cyborg was Ice Mist, and Robin was Lichen.

Finally he came to me.

"I already know what to call you, eh Grumpy?" and he laughed and laughed.

I raised my hackles and steadily poised myself in attack mode. Beast Boy's eyes grew wide with horror.

"Okay, okay, your Silence, your Silence, just please don't hurt me!"

"That's better." I said, returning to normal position.

Beast Boy cleared his throat, "Now," he remarked. "You're supposed to name me."

So we huddled in a circle and offered up as many names as we could think of. Most had to do with all things green.

Finally Lichen (Robin) made us pick "Wind Caller." And Beast Boy leapt for joy.

With names covered we went excitedly back to what we were doing. Wind Caller scooted close to me with a notorious look on his face. Then, without a moments hesitation he jumped up and nipped my rear end.

I was furious! I jumped up and ran after him. We ran round and round the pond until he grew tired and slowed. I caught up and nipped him right back. My first game of tag, who knew it could be so fun?

We got back and took a little afternoon siesta. But we awoke to the eerie howl of the wolves, the real wolves.

Lichen growled. Some wolves were in our territory, trying to take over our pack.

We started out again in single file until we got to the border of our territory. There stood a big steel-black male wolf with a brown female. Their names were Low Wind and Berry. Three others were there, waiting to see who would make their first move.

Lichen made for Low Wind. He grabbed Low Wind's ruff and brought him down. They wrestled each other to the ground, diving and pouncing at on another.

After what seemed like ages Low Wind showed his white belly, the flag of surrender. Low Wind's pack lost and we got a new wolf. Her name was Amery; she was a subordinate, an omega, and low-ranking. She crossed the line between territories and paid her respects to Lichen and Star Gentian. She was part of our pack now.

"Goodness," Wind Caller commented. "Our first day here and we already have unhappy neighbors."

That boy is hopeless!

Now we have a den, a new playmate, and new names to adjust to. I never knew a wolf's day could be so exciting!

Silence

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A/R I've been in my room all day writing this! By that dream in the beginning you can tell I have SOME plot.

Well yeah, I do. The dream doesn't really matter much. Just a clue to one of the many ways I could see Raven's past. O jej! I love this story!

Thank you to all my reviewers!

Yours truly,

Cali-Kateri