Enjoy Chapter 11!
Recap
Last time Humphrey and Kate made their way to Eve to find why that they just couldn't have pups and soon learned the reason was that of Humphrey being sterile, making it physically impossible for him to have pups with Kate. Winston was visited by Sal and was informed by him that Winston had two months to prepare for Grear War and a skirmish between them broke out at the lake over Gavin, Sal's pup. And lastly Jag and Iris took towards the southern pack to find David's daughter, but stopped along the way to make a plan now with that out of the way...let us begin...once more...
2 Months Till War
(Winston and Gavin; Western side of the United Pack; Orphans Den; 1 Hour into the morning)
The hour before Winston had saved Gavin from his father, Sal. Gavin had burried himself in the dirt by the lake and had been awoken to his father attacking him, with Winston coming to his defense and saving him from the evil, black furred, red eyed wolf. As of now the small black furred pup walked silently under Winston as he hid under his old grey fur. Winston was leading this pup to the orphans den, since Gavin didn't have any parents nor did he have anyone that wanted to watch him Winston was leading him here where he could stay and rest. The thing is though, there were no other pups in the orphans den and no one really watched over it, meaning he'd be all alone in the big dark den. Upon arriving at the den, the two wolves noticed that it was covered in brush and vines with flowers and grass growing out of the top and inside of it.
Gavin spoke to Winston,"So...I'll be all alone...?"
Wisnton looked down at him. "I'll have my mate Eve check on you every night. She's the pack healer and has tan fur, I will send your way once I leave, and she'll bring you some food."
"But...what about my parents? Is there any wolves that need a pup?"
"I'm not sure son. I'm holding a pack meeting tonight and I'll tell everyone of your arrival, you'll just have to hold on tight for a bit, but I'm sure someone'll come around."
Gavin nodded,"Thank you...for saving me..."
Wisnton half smiled and patted his back. "You're welcome son, I'll see you tonight. Be safe till then and try to stay here. Like I said my mate will be around soon."
"Okay Sir..."
"Alright we'll see ya son, and don't call me sir, call me Winston." And with a smile he leapt from the den and took off toward the alpha den, leaving Gavin...all alone.
Slumping down against the wall and in a patch of soft grass. Gavin began to cry, remembering everything that had been happening to him was making him cry. So much had happened to this little pup in so little time. It was devastating to a wolf his age to have the things that happened, happen to him, and after a few more hours of crying he decided that there was no point to anything anymore. And started going mentally insane thinking horrible, terrible things. With having Eve not showing up, the pack meeting not being called, and with everything that had happened to him, thoughts flooded his head.
They've forgotten me...
I'm not wanted...
How could The Great Fenris do this to me...
I did nothing to deserve this...
You know what...
Why does it even matter anymore...
And with those thoughts in his two month old pup head, he exited the den and out into a tiny meadow that surrounded the small den. The meadow had lush green grass that flowed in the whistling wind, tall pine trees that surrounded its edges, and small black wolf whose tear covered face glistened against the afternoon sun.
Gavin looked up to the sky and at the clouds and softly spoke two words into the air.
"See ya..."
"Who are you saying bye too?"
Gavin jumped and looked back and forth at his surroundings.
"Who said that?"
"Me."
"Who's me?"
"I'm me."
The voice the young pup heard was feminine like, but also squeaky like a young pups might be. But as the voice spoke she stepped into the clearing and gave the pup a full view of the other pup before him. She had black fur, Aqua blue eyes the shimmered against the sun and she was a heavy-set pup. She was more chubby than most pups her age might be, much like Mooch. A tan furred, plump wolf that was one of Humphrey's best pals.
Gavin starred at her for a bit before speaking back to her.
"Who...are you though? What is your name?"
"It's Venus. What's yours?"
"It's um Gavin, but I don't really like it. Anyways I really like your name, but I was kind of in the middle of something, you might wanna leave."
"Why would I want to do that? You seem nice and friendly...oh! And like you could use a friend."
"Well I'm perfectly fine on my own."
"You don't seem to be fine." She told him stepping closer towards him.
"Well I am and if I'm not what does it matter to you anyway?" He questioned her easing an eyebrow.
"It matters...just because it does...you shouldn't do what you're planning to though."
"I-I I'm sorry, just you won't..."
"What understand?"
As she snapped back at him a howl rang through the air.
Gavin turned to Venus.
"What does that howl mean?"
"It's time for a pack meeting."
(Jag and Iris; The edge of the Southern Pack; That afternoon)
The edge of the southern pack and the southern pack itself was a barren wasteland. The trees were stripped of leaves and held only bare branches. Any grasses that grew were weeds that almost always turned to a brownish color. The pack had all but one den that sat in the center of the main area. This was where Head Wolf and his sons slept while everyone else slept outside on the barren dirt floor. As Jag and Iris approached the ring of leafless trees that surrounded the pack they immediately noticed the patrol wolves.
"Alright do you remember the plan Iris?"
Jag gained no response.
"Iris? Iris? Where'd you go?"
Looking around he quickly saw where she took off to. Right smack dab into the pack without a care in the world.
Jag's eyes widen and he ran forward to stop her shouting,"Noooooooo!"
But this display had gotten the attention of all of the pack members and they all became quickly alert. Fearing death Jag paused, half way between where all the wolves slept out side the den, and the ring of trees that surrounded the pack. When nothing happened he slowly opened one eye and glanced around. He was very confused.
Iris giggled.
"Awww you look so cute all frozen like that Jaggy."
He quickly unfroze and shook off his own fur as if trying to act casual as if he wasn't the one who freaked out. As Jag did this, one of the patrol wolves walked over to him.
"Well well well what do we have here, good ole Jag."
The wolf slapped Jag's back hard launching Jag forward a bit. This sent Iris into a blind rage. She starred the wolf down, his red fur matching his blood red eyes. As she continued staring him down she began to heavily breathe and growl at him.
"No one...hurts...my...Jaggy...NO ONE!"
She charged at the wolf, claws and teeth extended.
"YOU WANNA PLAY GAMES BITCH?! I GOT A FUN ONE, ITS CALLED DONT TOUCH MY JAGGY AND I DONT RIP YOUR BRAINS OUT!"
She pinned the wolf against one of the many trees and put a claw to his throat.
"Am...I...clear?" She spat at him.
Gulping he responded,"Y-Yes..."
"Good."
She smiled, unpinned him, and spoke to him in her normal sweet voice.
"Now run along, before I change my mind you silly southerner you. Anyways, come on Jaggy, let's find that pup."
Wide eyed and shocked Jag said nothing and simply followed this crazy she wolf that had apparently claimed him.
(The western side of the United Packs; The Alpha Den; The Afternoon; Everyone from Both Packs)
The old grey wolf stood atop his Alpha den and looked out over the crowd. Wolves of all shapes, colors, and genders stood before him and next to him stood his mate on his left side and Tony on his right side. Tony is an old red furred wolf that lead the Eastern pack when it wasn't the United Pack.
"If everywolf woild please stop their chatter, we can began." Winston told the packs.
All the wolves quickly shushed themselves and listened to their leader.
"Thank you everyone...firstly I'd like to inform you of something...dreadful. We are at war with the outlaws as of this morning. Two months from now...the war will begin..."
An uproar came from the wolves below him.
"Pease quiet down! I am not finished."
The wolves quited down once more.
"We are slowly making plans for as how to prepare for this war and we will let you know, but in the mean time, I want you all to make plans yourselves as how to be prepared for this sudden war. That's all the news for now..."
As Winston began to walk away he was quickly reminded of something he had forgotten and he turned around to let the pack, who was now walking away.
"Wait before you all leave I must tell you something important!"
The Pack turned back around to face the old grey wolf.
"Recently...I have found a young wolf pup, with no home and he is up for adoption. He's at the orphan den. If there's anyone that would like to adopt him. Feel free to whenever you want. Make sure you stop by my den and tell me afterward. Anyways thank you for your time. Good afternoon."
And with that, the old grey wolf walked away, his back turned to his pack.
Sorry this chapter took a bit to get to you guys, but recently I've had writers block and haven't really had much inspiration, but thanks to someone who shall go unnamed but they know who they are, I got some ideas for the story and they inspired me and I just want to thank them. But all in all I hope you enjoyed and as always...
Stay Frosty Mates!