Chapter 3
I found myself back under the old trees on the edge of the territory before long. By that time the pain in my shoulder was practically unbearable and I had become light headed and sick. All I could do was lay under the tree and pray that the pain and sickness would eventually pass. It wasn't long before I could feel myself fading out of this world. I was in so much pain at that point that I was willing to greet the White Wolf without a second thought. I laid there wonder how much longer I would have to suffer before I would be reunited with my mother and father. After a while I had reached a point where I couldn't even move and other then the constant pain from my shoulder, my body was numb.
It seemed like I had been laying under that tree forever when I heard foot steps. By that time I had already closed my eyes and embraced my fate. The steps were distant at first but they drew closer and closer I could smell what was coming. It was a familiar scent, one I know I will never forget. It was the scent of men. I was sure that it was the men that had killed my mother. It seemed they had come to collect my body as well. I summoned what little strength I had left and let out a low growl, with my eyes still shut. My growl soon faded and I heard the men standing around me begin to speak among themselves.
With all the noise they were making I couldn't understand what was going on, but soon I felt a small but sharp pain in my neck. I felt myself slipping into a deep sleep and being lifted off the ground. My thoughts became peaceful and my pain faded away as I fell in to the deepest sleep of my life. When I awoke I was cold and I had been locked in a cage. I had seen cages before but it was from afar when my mother would take me to a place where a family of men lived. She took me when times were hard so we could dig around for food, there was always food where humans live. I had noticed that the humans kept there dogs in large cages outdoors on top of a large slab of stone. They were trapped there and could never leave unless their humans let them out, which was rare.
I always told myself that I would never trade my freedom for food and shelter like the dogs had, but it seemed that either way I ended up in this cage. It was cold and reeked of men. The smell make me nauseous. The cage I was being kept in was rather small. There were many other cages around. I seemed to be in some kind of building were animals were held captive. There was hardly enough room to walk around in the cage and no room to run. When I got to my feet I noticed that my shoulder was still in pain though it was much less then I had felt earlier. I also noticed the fur on my shoulder had been removed to the point you could clearly seen the wound I had received from the man's gun. The wound seemed to have been cleaned up but none the less I began to lick the hairless wound.
After I felt that my shoulder was clean I began to explore my new environment. I don't think there was any part of that fence that I didn't try to tear open with my teeth, with no prevail. I had almost given up when I heard a door at the end of the building. A man walked up to my cage and just stood there. I had no idea why I was here and what was going to happen to me but at that one instance all I could concentrate on was the large piece of meat in the man's hand. I had completely forgotten about the failed hunt the day before and about my empty stomach. I was determined to get out of there and more determent to get that meat.
The man lifted up a small door at the bottom of my cage and threw in the meat. I instinctively stood over my meal and growled making sure it wouldn't be taken from me. The man paid me no mind and walked to the far end of the building with another piece of meat and slid it under the door of another wolf who seemed to have been captured like me. He walked out soon after. I ate my meat within a few mouthfuls barely bothering to chew. When I was full I turned my attention to the other wolf that I hadn't noticed before that had been captured. This wolf seemed to have been here far longer then I had and seemed old and tired, it's gray fur seemed much duller then it should have. If I was to escape this place I would need help, and this other wolf seemed to be the only help I could home of getting.