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Chapter 2: A much needed Companion
Dante went inside and placed the tools back in the toolbox carefully. The sun was setting now and a cool breeze swept through the open window. Dante was enticed by the night breeze and followed it outside towards Mother's Hill.
Dante hiked up the hill to the very top and sat and stared at the trees, the sky and the town bellow. The only sounds were that of the wind and the howls of wolves that roamed the forests bellow. Dante let his head fall back and rested on the peak of the mountain for a while. At about 11pm Dante got up and climbed slowly down the mountain and enjoyed the walk.
Dante was at the base of the mountain and walking along the path in the forested area on the way to the farm. He was walking in silence with only the sounds of the crunching of the dirt particles under his feet and the wind blowing softly rustling the leaves in the trees. Suddenly Dante realised that the wolves had stopped howling a while ago and was careful to be extra quiet while walking through the forest, in case the wolves were looking for a midnight snack. Suddenly the sounds of small yelp were coming from just up ahead, Dante picked up the pace but kept going as silently as he could. Further up ahead a little black and white ball of fur lay in the path. Dante approached slowly in case the mother of this pup was around, but he reached the pup and soon saw stains of blood on the black and white fur, Dante scanned the surroundings only to find a larger and whiter version of the pup lying under some of the trees, the blood and lifelessness was easy to notice and almost brought a tear to Dante's eye. The wolves had been attacked by someone or something, but what? Dante took off the red bandana he always wore and felt a sudden jolt of sadness pass through him as though that item might have meant something to him before the awakening, and his body still felt the sorrow. He ignored the pain as he scooped up the little wolf pup and took it back to the farm, it would not live without its mother, but Dante could try.
When Dante had gotten the pup inside the house he closed all the windows and gathered all the soft materials that lay around the farmhouse, these included his blanket and his pillow. Dante fed the pup with milk in an eyedropper and put the pup in bed with him after he tended to all the wounds and sores. Dante was not sure how he knew how to treat them, but he was grateful that as he went he started to remember all the things that needed to be done.
Dante made note of all of the day's events in his diary so that if he awoke tomorrow and did not remember a thing, he would know at least: his age, who he was now, what he was doing here, and what his mission was now. It terrified him that he might wake up and not remember anything at all, the thought made his stomach churn and made his eyes grow to saucers at the fact that he had already forgotten a lifetime and was now worried about forgetting a week. Eventually Dante went to sleep, though it was out of pure exhaustion. He was careful not to move too much so that he did not hurt the wolf pup further, but he was so exhausted that after his eyes closed he was not sure whether he would be able to keep to that notion.
Dante was rather unsocial because he did not really know how to act towards people, but in the season he had been in the town he had heard a lot about others and knew about all the couples his age, these were; Karen and Rick, Elli and the doctor, Ann and Cliff, Mary and Gray, Popuri and someone named Kai that apparently turned up in summer and left in winter. Karen set his heart aflame, she was very beautiful with her green eyes and long light brown hair with blonde highlights, she was the image of a goddess, not to say that the others weren't pretty, but Karen was magnificent and divine. But he knew he had no chance with someone like her, she never even looked at him, she wrapped with Rick who was a successful poultry owner who was quick to get into a huff about things, but was very reasonable otherwise, whereas Dante was unsocial, shy and sheepishly tongue tied whenever he did get to talk to her, he was not going to win her over, not with all the flowers he could find.
Dante's wolf pup had recovered quite well and was now drinking milk from a saucer and eating small meals. The pup roamed the farm of it's own accord. Dante had no idea what he would do with it if it grew to be vicious, but so far he had figured that the pup was a female and was quite well for strength. He would keep it; so far it was his only companion.