Chapter Two

In the far south, lived a creature that everybeast feared. She was strong, swift, and fast thinking. She loved to hunt, and she lived alone. Nobeast dared face her. She was far too strong. She was pure white, except her front right paw was deep, deep black. Her fur was silky smooth. Her eyes, a deep, deep shade of brown, so dark, that you couldn't see her pupils. She went by one name, no nicknames. That name was.

"Jio!" A lone white wolf walked through a village, the inhabitants scared to death of her.

"It's Jio Blackclaw!" Mice, squirrels, and moles scattered as the wolf walked solemnly through the village.

She raised her paws, saying, "I come in peace!"

The villagers fell silent. One tiny mole spoke up. "Bye hurr, mum! You told io wolfish creatures doin't tawlk!"

"Hush, Libby!" her mother whispered.

"I come in peace. I do not wish to harm you. All I ask is to see your leader."

A small old squirrel came ambling out of the main hut. "I am the Chieftain of this tribe. What do you want, wolf?"

"All I ask is for a place to sleep and some vittles."

"Aye, you can stay. Miffy, Dub, take her to the hay loft." The wolf was led to the hayloft by two young mice.

"You'm sleep here for the night, marm. We'll see you in the morning." The two mice left.

"I'll see you before then. And you will only see the inside of my stomach." The wolf lay down, and fell asleep.

After being fitfully rest, Jio awoke. It was really late, or really early. She crept out from the hayloft, and towards the village.

*Squeeeeeeak!*

The door to a hut creaked open as Jio entered. A babe in one bed stirred. The wolf moved silently over to it, making sure it didn't wake. I don't take babes, not enough. She thought as she moved towards where the parents lay sleeping. One woke, but never got the chance to scream. She decided to leave the other, she didn't want the child to orphaned. She knew how hard it was being an orphan. She crept silently from the hut. She left the sleeping village, knowing they'd find something terrible when they woke, the empty, bloody bed of a mole husband.