Jack snatched a baby blue blanket and he wrapped the pup in it. He spotted some leftovers with bones and he took them.
He then left for his cave. His cave was nothing. Just some trinkets here and there. There was a piano. (Another one shot) He went to his bed and added some more snow to make it fluffy. The puppy wiggled out of the blanket and wormed through the snow. His nose poked out and he sighed in obvious comfort. Then it whined for Jack to lay down with him. Jack laughed. He lay down next to the pup. It went to his arm, cradling his head in Jack's neck. Jack went to sleep.
The next day, he awoke to licking in his toes. He wriggled them, laughing. The licking stopped. Jack sat up and noticed that the pup ate all of the food.
"Wow," said Jack. "You're still hungry?" The pup gave a sharp yip to his question. "Okay let's go get some more food for you." Jack got his bow and arrows. He was planning to teach him how to hunt.
Several years later
Jacks breath sawed in and out him, as he pumped his arms and legs. He glanced back fearfully. He tripped.
He skidded into the snow and he was instantly covered in a pack of wolves. "Not again." Jack whined. "How come you're so fast?" Jack pouted. With a whine, one of them nipped his nose and barked, mischief in it's eyes. Jack fell back and the pack surrounded him, relaxing after the 50 mile run. One of them lay in his arm. It was his first pup. Jack smiled at the memory of finding him. At first, it was just them. But Jack found the others in a forest, all of them huddled together in a blizzard. He had taken them in, of course. They had helped him heal and they were always there for him. It didn't hurt that they helped him with winter too. They could introduce winter better than Jack and he was grateful for it.
He had a family and he loved them all. They, in return, loved him.
Hey guys. Hope you liked this story...~ CM.