Julie of the Wolves; Jello's son
CHAPTER TWO
"...Momma?" Lemon looked around the small dark cave for his mother.
"I'm hungry, Momma." In fact, Lemon was starving. He was just starting to eat meat. He whined for his mother to come feed him.
Finnaly he saw his mom's green eyes.
"There is nothing to eat." She answered.
"Feed me, Momma!" Cried Lemon, ignoring what his mom just said. He whined again, and licked his mom's cheek to see if she would throw up some breakfast.
"Theres nothing. There is nothing for you to eat, exept for grass." She went back to sleep. Lemon whined and tugged on his mother's ear. She growled and swatted him away. There wasn't anything to eat because her so called 'mate' was barely providing enough food for them to live. Sourpatch waited for him to return with another small amount of food.
They waited all day. At sunset Jello still didn't come back.
"Where is that idiot??" Sourpatch growled and paced back and forth. "I'm going to die without food!"
"Momma, I'm bored can I go out and play?" He asked.
"I don't care. Go out and play or whatever." She answered, still pacing back and forth.
Lemon wanted to go out and play, but he couldn't find the energy. He was just so hungry. He found himself singing to pass the time.
Wait a minute--was he moving?? Yep, he was being lifted off the ground by his mother. "Where are we goin', Momma?" He asked her.
"To look for your father. Be quiet." She told him.
Lemon cheered to himself. Looking for Daddy! It'll be just like an adventure! How brave he must be! Not afraid of anything! He had to start practicing his howl. He would impress him! Then daddy would tell him that he had the loudest, strongest howl ever! Then they'd howl together! But first, he would have to be brave. He wasn't afraid of anything!
They ran wildly, but silently across the tundra. Lemon was almost dropped when Sourpatch made a sharp turn to avoid hitting a rock. But soon she picked up his scent.
Then Lemon saw his father. Dead.
"Why is Daddy sleeping?" He asked, staring. He went over to him. "Daddy, we're all hungry and your sleepn'?" He laughed. "Your so funny," He playfully tugged on Jello's tail. Jello didn't wake up. "Dad?" Lemon sensed somthing was wrong.
"Momma, Dad won't wake up. Will you wake him up for me?" He looked up at his mother.
"He's not gonna wake up, pup." She said. "He's dead."
"Dead?" He backed up. "No..." He whined. "Daddy...!" He began to cry. Taking a closer look, Sourpatch saw that he didn't just die, he was killed. She was furious.
"Without him we won't survive! Heck, we're barely alive now! Amaroq, you murderer!!" She howled of death and starvation. Now she had to hunt. She picked up Lemon and hid him in an abandoned rabbit hole.
"Momma, wait--" He cried after her. But it was too late. She was off and running. Lemon crawled futher into the rabbit hole and found it surprisingly shallow. He thought about it all--his mother who was starving, his dead father, and the mysterious killer, Amaroq. Who was he? Would he ever meet him? 'He better hope not,' he thought angrily. 'Because I'll get him! I'll rip him to shreads!' He tried to howl about ripping Amaroq apart, but it came out as, 'Yippuooyipyip'
Lemon spotted a small bird outside his hidingplace.
"This is what I'll do to Amaroq!" He pounced and missed. "But when I grow up, I'll never miss!" Satisfied, he crawled back into the hole and slept.