Running With The Pack
Chapter 1
In these my final days, I wish to tell my story one last time. The White Wolf will come and gather my soul soon and I want my legacy to be passed to my pups before I go.
Many winters and moons have passed since I last saw my mother, who cared for me like I was the center of the universe. My siblings knew this and hated me for it. My mother had always told me that when I came of age I would lead the pack with a strong male by my side. I really think I could really lead a pack, but I tried my hardest to live up to her expectations.
I was about two summers old when I lost my mother, and since I never knew my real father she was all I had. It was late winter, and we were on the hunt. Some thing was bothering me that day and I had no idea why. I hung back because of it. I really didn't want to screw something up and get my ear torn off for it.
We had just closed in on a huge, old buck, that looked like it had seen better days. If we made the kill we wouldn't have to hunt for at least two days. Everything was going fine up until then, but out of nowhere the sound of birds broke the normal noise of the hunt. The sounded terrified, but even so the hunt continued.
Shortly after the birds, came the sound of blades on the wind. I had heard this sound once before, just before my father died. He may not have been my real father but he cared for me and that's all that really mattered to me. He had only been with the pack for a short time but in that time we bonded.
I wasn't there when it happened but I was still devastated. I was stuck back at the den when I heard an odd noise. It was like nothing I had ever heard before but I just ignored it and went on playing in the grass. Later when the pack returned from hunting. Everyone seemed depressed and nervous. My mother told me that while on the hunt the pack had been attacked by some humans and that we lost two wolves and my father had gone missing. We had to move on because of the danger, but the whole way I kept my nose up hoping to pick up his scent on the wind.
His scent was eventually picked up but it wasn't by me. My older half brother Bear picked up his scent and he and my mother went off to find him when he didn't answer our howls. It had gotten dark when I heard my mother cry out. She sounded like her heart had been torn in half. She and Bear didn't return until late afternoon the next day.
They returned with low spirits but they were greeted by the pack as if nothing had happened. From that day on my father, Frost, wasn't spoken of again. I had to beg Bear to tell me what had happened to him. He told me that the day that they found my father he was dieing. He had suffered greatly and slowly died in a trap. He and my mother stayed by his side until my father had passed.
I didn't eat for days after I heard what had happened. My mother eventually forced me to eat. I came closer to death then anyone else. I eventually took comfort in knowing I still had my mother and the rest of the pack.