Chapter 2
Torpora sat listening to the news Arawok was giving her. "So the cubs are here." she said, "Then it is time I paid a visit to Sesco and Fira." The condor screeched and Torpora walked outside. Sitting in a circle were a group of wolves. They were bigger then the average wolf and their faces bore so many scars that they did not even look like the elegant faces of a wolf. "Come my Scarred." cried Torpora, "We have a pack and their cubs to visit."
The sun shone brilliantly in the clearing. It warmed the backs of the five napping wolves that had sprawled themselves out on the rocks. Birds flew through the air and sang in the trees. A loud chorus of yipping disturbed the peace. Two cubs came streaming into the clearing chasing a rock squirrel. Sesco flew ahead of his sister, determined to catch the squirrel. The squirrel immediately picked up its pace. Fira was not about to let her brother win. She gave a burst of speed trying to catch up. The squirrel, quite tired of this annoying game scampered into the nearest trees. The cubs skidded to a stop.
"Come back down here,' shouted Sesco. The cubs started to shout insulted to the annoyed squirrel. Kipsin gave a loud yawn and said, "Sesco, Fira, leave that poor beast alone. This is the fifth time you've chased him up that tree today." The other wolves started to laugh for it was true that the cubs rarely gave that squirrel any peace. "Go wrestle with Lek," suggested Saga. Saga was a gray wolf, the sister to Kipsin. "Thanks for volunteering me." said Lek. He sighed. Being the bottom of the pack could sometimes be annoying. He was always stuck with jobs like playing with the cubs or he was just ordered to sit there.
"Oh please uncle Lek," pleaded Fira, "I love it when we play tag." Sesco growled, "I would rather be told a story." He looked at Costa, and then trotted up to her. Will you tell me a story about Sarewild?" "Perhaps later," replied Costa. "Oh please." joined in Fira, "I want to be told a story about Mila of the Stars." "Very well," sighed Costa, "I will tell you a story about Sarewild and Mila. Long ago, the wolf goddess named Mila of the Stars. She watches over all the wolf cubs here on Earth. One day, there were two wolf cubs that were born. They were named Sarewild and Chas. Chas was a friendly and curios wolf, his brother however was vicious and cruel. Mila loved Chas but hated Sarewild for his cruelty towards the other cubs. Sarewild loved to bully one cub named Tive and one day bullied him so much that Chas tried to stop his brother and started a battle." Sesco was shivering in delight, for he loved the stories about Sarewild and his brother's battle. "Chas was much weaker then his bigger brother and was killed shortly after the battle started. The grown wolves were furious for never had a cub killed another cub. Sarewild was driven out of the pack by his own father." The two cubs looked at their own father Kipsin and shivered even though they knew he would never do such a thing. "Mila was so angry," continued Costa, "That she visited Sarewild. She asked him why he would do such a thing and he said it was because he was weak. Sarewild wanted to create a pack that could never be destroyed. Mila asked him how he would do this and he said he would raise the Pack of the Dead. This made Mila furious for no living wolf could raise the Pack. 'I will grant your wish,' said Mila. When Sarewild agreed she killed him and sent him to lead the dead and he is still there today waiting for the right time to come and have revenge." Costa finished her story.
"What a lovely story Costa. You still have a knack at storytelling." said a voice that made everyone jump in fright.