Wolf Titans

By: Cali-Kateri

A/N Dedicated to my new friends Carrot the LuvMachine and Kahli-Amber. Love you guys!

December 15, 2005-

We have been traveling for a day nonstop, it was nighttime and it would soon be morning. For a while we had the pack's trail, but it was old and hard to follow, eventually, we lost them.

So Wind Caller, Hunter and I set out after their direction. It was long and tiring. After about three hours I had to carry Hunter.

"This pup is getting too old to be carried." I said.

"But I'm tired," Hunter complained. "And besides, it is your job to carry me."

I rolled my eyes, sure, I thought.

Wind Caller jumped in front of me, "Okay, I give, where are we?"

"We are somewhere near Quebec." I answered.

He sighed, "I just want to go home. Howl again, someone has got to reply."

I looked into those amber eyes and saw, not the Wind Caller that I knew, but a frightened child. He was scared; he thought that we would die here, where no one would be able to find us.

He must have seen the fear in my eyes, too, because he looked at me oddly and stepped out of the way.

I put Hunter down, since there were no stars, I merely threw back my head and sang to the sinking moon, asking if anyone had seen our friends.

I waited for a moment; it looked like no one had seen them. They couldn't have been near either, for they would've given a response to my frantic searching.

Just as I'd given up hope, a cry reached my ears.

"We can help you," It said. "We are by the river, meet us there."

Wind Caller's ears turned back against his head. He was happy, and I swear he wagged his tail once or twice as we made our way toward the river.

All the way there I wondered where I had heard that familiar howl before. It wasn't one of the pack's howls, but all that I knew was that I had heard it recently.

About two minutes from the waterway we slowed, ready for an attack. I scampered down the bank, and howled, a reply turned to me from down south.

"It sounds familiar," Hunter said. "I think that I heard it before."

Then we carelessly made our way down the brook. Soon two figures came into view, shadowed by the rising sun.

"Beaver, Soldier! You're here, you're here!" Wind Caller seemed excited.

He was right, the two gray wolves that were on our sled team were right in front of us.

Hunter ran over to Beaver (Whom he had become great friends with) and they started rolling around in the dirt.

"Silence, I am so glad that you are back! Same to you Wind Caller," Soldier acknowledged me greatly (And had somewhat of a crush on me)

I smiled, "You, too, Soldier, I am glad that you answered our call. You said you could help us?" I looked at him up and down, as if expecting nothing.

His eyes widened, "Err…yeah, they went across the river three hours ago. We wondered where you three were, but they didn't seem to want to talk about it."

Beaver sat up, "Lichen even threatened to attack us."

"They must be really upset." I said. "Did anyone else say anything?"

"Well, Amery told me to watch you if we found you guys. We better do what she says. We were behind her on the sleigh team and she has a bit of a temper." Soldier stated.

I flicked some fur out of my eyes, "We better get going then."

The two new wolves walked to a shallow part of the waterway and dove into the water. Wind Caller and I went after him.

We got to the other side of the river without any problems; I looked back and saw Hunter looked nervously at the water; he was still on the other side.

"Come on, Hunter, let's go!" I said.

He just shook his head and ran off after the river, "I'll find some stepping stones."

"Hunter," I said. "Hunter, come back!"

I ran along the opposite side of the river that my pup was on, yelling his name.

Finally he came upon some small boulders in the river that were held in place by the mud at the bottom of the waterway. At the end was a rotted log leading up to the bank.

"Here is a good spot to cross." He said.

"Hunter, don't!" Beaver hollered.

"That log isn't safe!" Soldier bellowed.

But Hunter didn't hear them; he went jumping along each rock carelessly, without any concern or worry.

All I heard was a 'splash' as the log broke and Hunter fell into the river.

He was swept away in the fast waters; the soft stream-like pull of it grew to harsh rapids. We ran alongside him, never getting nearer or farther.

Soldier jumped into the water after him and attempted to catch him. The waterfall was in sight now, Soldier never even got close.

Wind Caller, Beaver, Soldier, and I heard nothing as Hunter disappeared over the drop. I stopped abruptly, not able to take another step. The guys came over to me and tried to comfort me, I don't think I heard a single word that they said.

Silence

December 17, 2005-

We have all been searching for days now but have not seen a single trace of Hunter. It seems that I will never see him again.

We decided that he could not have survived that fall and we should move on. I looked back one last time at my son's watery grave.

The guys and I have been following our pack's refreshed trail along the river. Together we were able to find the scent and track it. We have been doing so for hours and no one is smiling and we walk in silence.

Wind Caller, who leads this newly formed pack, stopped and put his ears up, laid his head low and his hackles rose.

"What's the matter?" I asked with caution in my voice.

"We have company," He answered. "And it doesn't smell friendly."

The birds didn't fly away, nor give us any warning of danger, so with that we continued on.

We walked on in single file; all the while getting closer to an unknown destination. As we went I swear I could smell that dirty weasel, Adonis.

Sometimes an animal or two would get scared and run but we were wolves, what do you expect?

All the time I kept my head down and whimpered, I still missed Hunter and many times I thought of what he would've said about the quietness. But if he was here it would not have been quiet.

So I tried to enjoy the fresh morning air around me, I tried and tried but nothing was really the same as before (Do I really have to remind you of the reason?)

We stopped about seven miles from the waterfall to rest. To pass the time I tried to remember poems, and if anyone bothered me, well, let's just say they went back over to their designated spot quickly. Good thing that didn't happen very often.

While we were there and asleep, I hadn't realized how vulnerable we were. I thought that I could smell Adonis again, I tried to remind myself that I must be dreaming, and that Adonis was back in Jump City, probably wreaking havoc.

But thinking of what we could not stop gave me a headache, so I went to the river (Which was now a creek) to roll around and clear my troubled mind.

I have been in a depression ever since the waterfall, I will not listen to Wind Caller, Beaver, or Soldier, and when they attempt to tell me something, I hardly hear a thing that they say.

I guess it was this that let my guard down; if it was something else I didn't know. But as I dunked my head in up to my eyes, I heard a sound, it was firing tranquilizers.

PUTT, one for Wind Caller, PUTT, one for Soldier, PUTT, one for Beaver, PUTT, one for me. The guys didn't feel anything because they were already asleep, but I had that familiar feeling of drowsiness before I fell face-first, into the icy water.

Silence

One day in December-

The tranquilizer darts were on extra-strength, because we were out for quite a while. We find ourselves once again captured, I don't even know what day it is, but Beaver overheard the drivers on the truck we are on say that we were out for quite a couple of days.

Now I am not the only one that is silent, everybody is thinking. But about what I don't know, we are traveling now, waiting to realize our new fate.

Silence

Yet another day in December-

We are still traveling

Silence

December 21, 2005-

Now we are making progress. Today the truck stopped, the rest of my new pack expected it to be another gas stop. But we soon heard men giving orders and other dogs barking, and we knew this was no gas station.

After twenty minutes or so of yapping and shouting, the back door to the truck opened and people stepped back, afraid of the wild we brought with us.

Sixteen young men stepped forward and walked toward us, I saw that we were unleashed and there was no one guarding the sides of the trucks. My chance for freedom was right in front of me; I just had to plan it out.

I jumped in front of my companions and guarded them; since I was much taller at height, andwidth than weight I was able to do it easily.

My plan was to distract them while the others ran for safety, then I would run as fast as I could out of there.

But I hadn't predicted the humans' every move; three people came out from behind us and grabbed each of the boys. One nearly got me, but I ran out of his reach and ran toward the sixteen young men.

I was going so fast I would run right past them, but one person had quick reflexes and just as I went by him, he put a net/cage in front of my face. Then he slid down the door and just like that I was captured.

After discussing matters with a group of uniformed individuals, we were put in separate kennels; thankfully they were all right next to each other.

I can hear the uniformed folks talking about inspecting us tomorrow, now I am wondering whether we are going to die here or ever see my beloved home or friends again.

Silence

A/N Nice chapter? And of you are worried about the rest of the old pack; they'll be back…eventually.

If you have any other worries (Besides Hunter, don't even THINK of bringing up that subject!)tell me. Merry Christmas!

Hugs and Kisses

CK