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Chapter 3: He CameIn her dream, Anne saw a tall figure, hooded in black. Beside the figure were two wolves. One was pitch black and the other was pure white. Anne thought "What an odd animal to be near the Black God"
The wolves nodded at her gravely in her dream, and just as she died, she heard a voice in her head.
"I will come."
(AN: It is going to be really hard to write in the point of view of a baby, so bear with me here, k?)
As Anne passed behind the Black God, she saw the white wolf and the black wolf walk forward into the mortal world and stand beside her daughter.
She wished she had been able to name her at least. Anne watched her daughter lie beside the wolves, the black wolf nuzzling her.
She looked down at the wolves again.
The white wolf was staring at her and nodding its head vigorously.
Anne smiled and allowed herself to be taken all the way to the Black God's domain.
The wolves were Old White and his mate, Night Black. They were the first wolves and all the wolves in Tortall and the surrounding area answered to them.
Old White called the local pack to him and put them in charge of looking after the child.
The child was known to the wolves as Little White, since Old White had been the one to leave her in their care.
She, the child, was put into the permanent care of an old, gentle, once black now grey, male wolf. His name was Black Stalker. He had been the leader of the pack until his headstrong, but very smart son, Streak, had taken over. Streak had a small yellow streak running from his left ear, down his neck and across his shoulders and withering off into nothingness.
The members of the pack said it was from his mother, whose father had been a human's dog.
Little White was named by Black Stalker, not only for Old White, but because as she grew older, she grew into a skilled hunter and stalker.
Black Stalker was like a father to her. He taught her how to make a successful kill, and how to walk on dry leaves without having her presence known to any of her "stalkees."
At first it was easy for Little White to tell herself that she was a wolf.
But as she grew older, it became easier and easier for her to tell that she was not the same as the other wolves. She couldn't kill animals, she had trouble keeping up with the pack, and she didn't have anywhere near as strong a nose and ears that they did.
Little White could communicate with the wolves. But 6 years after she had come to the wolves, she began to feel excluded during hunts. Often she would seek the company of Black Stalker in his solitaire cave. He was very wise and like a grandfather to her.
She often asked him what was wrong with her, but all he would tell her was to follow her heart.
One day, 10 years after Little White's mother had died, Little White was watching the pups, who were playing by the river, when they heard the warning call from the leaders.
All the pups heard it. But Little White didn't. A pup had just fallen into the river, and she was busy fishing him out.
Little White heard a noise behind her and turned; the pup between her front legs.
She growled at the sight of two humans in front of her. They stared at her. She wore nothing.
The humans said something, garbled and unfamiliar. She growled again and shoved the pup behind her. Little White paced by the river bank and continued growling deep in her throat.
Again the humans blabbered something, and again Little White growled. The pup whimpered her, and Little White, thinking something was wrong, twirled once more.
She pawed at the pup comfortingly, and just as she was about to send it to the pack, a rope wrapped around her feet and twisted her onto her back.
Little White started yapping, but something was stuffed into her mouth.
There was a loud sound right by her ear and she whimpered again.
Little White was stuffed in sack and dragged somewhere. She fought to free herself from the rope, but she got nowhere.
At last she was thrown into a small yellow walled room. The walls gave under her hands. But she couldn't break out.
Little White destroyed everything in the room that night. When she finally calmed down, she heard voices outside. She started growling, when all of a sudden, she heard a voice in her head.
Why would you put her in the tent, you idiots! From what you're saying, it sounds like she's gone mad or wild. Mithrows, Myoness and Shakith!
Little White rubbed her hands over her ears.
The voice stopped.
Little White heard more voices outside the tent.
It sounded as if who ever was saying it was really mad.
A section of the wall opened and in walked a female human. She had mousy brown locks of hair reaching past her shoulders.
Are you alright? Little White heard in her head.
She moaned, and curled into a ball.
The voice came again. Here, put this on. Little White stared at the woman. The voice sounded as if it was coming from her. The woman was holding a bundle of stuff out to her. Little White stared at her.
Here, don't be frightened. I mean well. I won't hurt you. I just want to help you.
Little White felt herself relaxing. She took the soft stuff in her hands. It was light and smelt like the meat she had eaten so often while she was with the pack.
She saw a picture in her head of what she was supposed to do.
Little White tried to put it on, but it kept getting tangled up and she ended up growling at it.
The woman made a sound that made Little White stiffen. The sound stopped as the woman took the stuff from her and put it on Little White.
Little White grabbed at the stuff that now surrounded her body. The woman grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go until Little White stopped fighting her grip.
Little White growled and pulled away. The woman shook her hand toward the loose wall, and pushed it open. Little White watched her carefully. When she finally decided that the woman wasn't going to do anything, she pushed past her out of the room and froze at the sight before her.
I told you it would be hard to tell about the baby, so I skipped a few years and brought you straight to the beginning of the true story.
Bye now!
Meadow Runner
Next Chapter: Little White starts her lessons with the woman.
A yahoo goes to any of my reviewers who can guess who the woman is. It isn't that hard. (Note: You have to actually review before you earn a yahoo. K? Capisce? Good!)
