Post by scarletmoon on Jan 7, 2012 4:41:54 GMT -5
The bronze she-wolf panted heavily. This had been her first pregnancy, and it hadn't been easy. Giving birth was no exception. With one last very exhausting push her pup plopped out into the world. She let out a long sigh it was finally over. Well, part of raising her first pup anyway.
Slowly, she remembered, and dread began to flow throughout her. She wasn't supposed to give birth for another half-moon! She whined fervently looking at what must be her small malacdh. (did I spell that wrong?) The pup although such a beautiful red colored creature had to be a cursed one. She felt ashamed as she continued to groom her pup. The pup was cursed, but she loved it regardless. Soon she discovered that her pup was a girl. "You're so lovely." She whispered in the quiet darkness of her birthing den.
Her mate returned just then. "You might leave now, to get a head start." She said to him. "Why?" He asked the bronze she-wolf. "I-I….. it's , no she is a maladch." Her mate's fur bristled. "It- she can't be!" He growled in disbelief. The she-wolf Aster stood to comfort her mate, at the same time revealing the pup. "B- but she's perfect. She's just a little early….. Oh." He trailed off as he remembered the pups born early often die before they are a day old.
"The Obea will be here soon to take her. You should go." Aster told her mate again. "I can't leave you I will wait with you, then we can leave together." He told his eyes locked with hers. "Together." She repeated. They settled in together to wait for the obea. As the chilled night slowly turned into a bright morning.
Around mid-morning the obea's head popped in the den. " They told me to check for maladchs, but I'm sure you haven't even—"She was stopped short by the sight of the tiny crimson pup. "I'm sorry." The dull brown wolf mumbled, as she picked the pup up in her jaws, and left the den.
The Pup
It was warm, and a loud thump- thump comforted her as she lay motionless in her mother's womb. She became scared when she fell out of her comfort zone, and into a chilled night. Soon her mother was licking her, cleaning her. When finally her mother's tongue stopped she began to edge toward her mother's stomach trying to nurse. Finally with assistance the pup began to nurse. She nursed until her small stomach was round, full with her mother's milk. She could not see or hear, but she felt the presence of another wolf. She snuggled closer to her mother.
When nothing else happened the little pup fell into a long sleep. When she awoke she was very hungry. She nursed again to her hearts content before falling back into a soft world of gentle darkness. The world of sleep, and dreams.
She little pup stayed in that world for a time, and was not sure she had quite left it when she was suddenly picked up. She was pulled away from her mother's warmth. She mewed loudly. She squirmed, and wriggled. She did not want to be away from her mother! She yowled furiously, her tiny claws flailed about. When eventually she was able to twist herself around so she could claw this terrible thing, it must be the other wolf. The one that wasn't her mother. Blind, an deaf the pup could only smell the small amount of blood she was able to draw. She was satisfied the horrible wolf knew her wrath, it was giving up! It sat her down. She barked victoriously.
The little pup remained where the horrible creature had left her, and she realized even though she had defeated that horrible creature she was still cold, had not mother, and soon she felt hungry more hungry than ever. She whined, and shivered uncontrollably as twilight fell upon the desolate area. It seemed like she was being squeezed, as her breath became short.
She tried, frantically to pull in air as she cried. It was useless. She felt her own lungs closing on her, denying her the ability to breathe. Soon she had no air, and drifted into a new darkness that was not sleep. It was a horrible terrifying darkness, where she was cold, and hungry, and she could not taste air. The darkness closed in around her.
The Obea
"Go! Go, see if Aster has given birth." The Obea, nodded without meeting her commander's gaze. She turned without a word, and left. The Obea, Melf, soon set off to find the birthing den of Aster, and her mate Ferin. It should be within a mile of the main camp. Unless, of course she had gone by-lang. Melf worried for Aster.
Aster out of all the females, didn't seem to fear her, but respect her. For as long as they had known of each other, they had been (What Melf felt like it must be.) friends. She wandered following Aster's scent. Melf came to the den with ease. She felt sorry to give Aster such a scare as she popped her head into the den. "Sorry, they sent me to check for a maladch but I'm sure you haven't eve—." She stopped. So there was a pup. She walked over to it. It was born early much too early.
Aster should not have given birth for another two weeks, that's half a moon. The pup must have been borne recently for they usually have problems on the inside. "I- I'm sorry." Melf mumbled as she took the little pup in her jaws. She wandered for a while looking for the perfect turmmfraw. The whole time the pup was yowling, and mewing, and wriggling so much the Obea almost dropped her several times.
So this one is a fighter she is. Melf thought. Soon she will return to her pack, and cause much trouble there. "Aiii!" Melf growled as the little maladch twisted around, and clawed her muzzle. Yes, she thought, the one will live. She chuckled quietly to herself as she put the pup down on a ledge. If she doesn't fall. Thought the Obea grimly. She turned, and resisted to look back at the pup, whose breathing became ragged.
The pup will make it home. If it's lungs don't give out first. She told herself. She ran as fast as she could away from the creature, she was becoming too fond of it. Perhaps that was Aster's fault.
The Obea
It had been a day since she had taken Aster's pup to its turrmfraw. She had heard how hard it was for the pup to breath, so she did not know why she kept expecting the pup to come mewling into camp any moment now. She was not needed, so she sat at the edge of camp. She looked out towards the place she had left the pup.
Melf sighed. She wanted something to eat, and even the gnaw wolves had the option not to let her eat. She had learned to hunt rabbits before she was known to be barren. They were now all she ate other than the occasional to the half dead deer stumbling around. Those she practically killed out of pity.
She had returned with her belly half empty. She had made herself cozy, on an old tattered pelt that she had picked up after the gnaw wolf in their pack had used it to its limit. Their gnaw wolf was a tired old male who snapped at every one. Soon he would die, because he didn't eat any more. It seemed he didn't want to.
Melf, had just about fallen asleep when she heard a familiar yowling. It was angry. Sounded pretty pissed off. She also started to hear whispering, and whines. "The maladch!" She heard. She jumped up. The maladch had lived? She ran out of her solitary den. Then just barely she could make out the shape of a tiny pup wobbling into the camp.
Oh! Aster's pup had made it! As soon as she could she would run to her, and tell her. but, of course Aster, and Farin were cast out. She grumbled at her luck. She walked over to the pup it was small, and just as red as when she first met her. The pup struggled fiercely as Melf picked her up. She must remember me She thought. Suddenly the pup stopped moving. She panted heavily. Melf stopped, and set her down. The pup sat for a while panting in distress. Then the pup went limp. After a few moments the pup wobbled to its feet shaking heavily.
Whatever had happened to her it had passed, and the obea's job was to take the pup to the nearest she-wolf that could nurse her. So, the pup could not breathe properly. She hoped the little wolf would soon grow out of it.
The next morning a name was given to the pup she would be called Ember.
The Pup, Ember
Almost as soon as the bad-black went away, the pup could breathe again. She gulped the oxygen as fast as she could. Soon her head was spinning. The little pup was exhausted. She was still hungry very hungry. She fell asleep quickly though.
The little pup woke with a start. She could feel warmth on her back. It was warm, but nothing was touching her that she could feel. Pain shot through her, she was so hungry it hurt. She became angry too. As her hunger grew, her anger grew with it. Never had a pup been so angry before she could see even.
Finally the little pup decided to get up, and do something. She wobbled -blind that is- and followed the horrible creature's sent. She had nothing else to lead her. It was tough going. Scrambling, and squealing when she nearly fell several times. As the Obea had left her on an old flood path right on the edge where the pup could have fallen into the river.
The little pup scrambled over hills, and over large rocks. Then there it was on the soft blow! (The wind which she had no other name for.) The smell of other wolves. The horrible creatures was mixed in with the other's . She hopped they were not all bad wolves that stole pups. Her small body was tiring quickly, she was still hungry.
When eventually the little pup came over a ridge (Which she happened to fall down.) she bumped her head. It hurt badly. Then she became angry like before. If it weren't for that stupid horrible creature she might still be with her mother, and she would not be so HUNGRY!
She continued on her journey yowling, and hissing the whole way. It was not long before she smelt the horrible creature again. It was coming to take her back! I must be trying to take her farther away. The little pup was tired, angry, and very very hungry. When the horrible creature picked her up again it made her even less happy.
Twisting, and barking, she tried to grab the horrible creatures muzzle again. Then there it was again that horrible blackness. The pup struggled to get air in her lungs as they began to close on her. She stopped moving, and focused all her energy, on breathing, or trying to breathe that is. When finally the bad black went away the horrible creature took her to a new mother. (Which confused her as her other mother was perfectly fine.)
but, finally she got milk! She was hungry no longer. She also had a name. Ember, with a full belly began to sleep, and dream in the gentle dark that was her friend.
CHAPTER 3: A star.
'My existence is quite boring'. Thought a little red star. She could see everything on earth below her, she longed to be a part of the world. She couldn't though. "but, maybe I can…" The little star mumbled. She looked down at the earth, and saw a little wolf pup. She could sense its life quickly fading. Soon its spirit would walk past her, and continue into the stars.
The little pup was red, just like the star. Suddenly the star had an idea. She hurtled herself toward the earth. She could hear the little pups heart stuttering, and struggling to continue. She threw herself down towards the pup. The pup drew her last shuttering breath, for a moment the darkness of death consumed the pup. Death became the pup.
The star found its mark.
The star used its power to chase the dark of death away. A red shining aura appeared around the pup. Starting at her nose, and ending at her tail, then the aura disappeared. The pup took a startled breath as life flooded back into her.
1 year later: Ember
As daylight faded leaving only the soft glow of twilight, I slowly padded down the thin path towards my den. I hated it. It was cold, and lonely. I used to have another gnaw wolf to keep me company, but now he was dead. I made my den was as far away from the main den (Where the rest of her pack slept together.) so that they wouldn't bother me as much.
I was sort of glad that I'm in the smallest pack of the Mac'Duff clan. We have a lot of territory so, no one ever noticed me when I wandered off to hunt for rabbits. The obea -My only friend- Melf had taught me in secrete. Whenever I did capture their attention I'm forced to grovel, and shove my face in the dirt. I hate it, but I never let it show. I had learned that lesson the hard way.
A little pup (On a dare from friends) came up to me, and bit my paw hard. I shook the pup, and sent it sprawling with a whack. The pup's mother saw this, and bit my muzzle hard, and then I had to perform a very extravagant apology, first to her, and then her pup. From then on I was thought of as the worst dimmest gnaw wolf in the history of the PineWood pack. How I loathe that thought.
As I reach my den I sniff it carefully. It smelt of pups. As sort of prank the pups often would sneak in my den while I'm away. They would leave or take something of mine. I'm not surprised to see a half crunched deer hoof in a corner of the den. I picked it up in my teeth. I would take it to where the pups like to play. "Perhaps it will give them a scare." I said aloud. I sometimes talked to myself. It makes me feel less lonely. I dropped the hoof in the clearing, and trotted off to my den.
Tonight was warmer than usual, I could feel summer approaching. Soon the pups might be leaving fish heads left over from the fishing grizzlies in my den. A warm breeze stirred the grass at the entrance of my den. For once I might be able to sleep.
The sound of startled pups woke me. They must have found what I returned. I grinned pushing myself up. I wandered thought the main camp to see if anyone had something for me to do. I was about to leave and hunt when Lauren –an out flanker- came up to me. I dropped to my belly. "Ember, we are leaving for a hunt. You must come, because you will be required to gnaw a bone." I carefully thought out my answer. "Yes I will come quickly, and I will do my best to tell the story of today's hunt." She snorted, and left me lying in the dirt. At least she didn't whack me.
I could never find the right thing to say. I would either be swatted or snorted at. I'm beginning to think nothing I ever say will please them. "Not that I really want to." I mutter to myself, and then glance around hopping no one heard. When I find only the curious eyes of a pup on me, I sigh with relief, and walk off in the direction Lauren went in.
The pack had made a large kill, and now it was mostly gone. I edge toward the remains of the kill. When the remaining wolves leave I begin to pick over what's left, and look for a good gnaw bone. When I find one I pick it up, and head back to camp.
When I'm safe in my den I lick the bone clean, of blood, and meat scraps. When I finish in the late hours of the night. I look over my work. I think this is one of my best bones yet. Even though I hate the pack, the clan law, and the reason I have to gnaw, I still aspire to be an amazing carver. I guess it's just one of those gnaw wolf things. I leave the bone in a little nook in my den. Tomorrow no doubt Laruen would want me to show the bone to her.
"That's better, what is its name?" Lauren tells me. "Thank you, I appreciate your approval. I called it PineWood 1st hunt of spring." Lauren knew she had no right to tell me what the bone should be named, but she always gave her opinion of it. "It's rather plain, but it will suffice." Rolling my face in the dirt a little more, "I will try even harder next time." I have a feeling that's not right, but I don't have time to wonder.
Lauren whacks me hard, and I try to muffle my yelp in the dirt. "Get out of my sight. I will call for you if you are needed." She says curtly. I wait until she turn to scurry off.
I think if it was possible, my red coat would be flaming. I was so angry; I believed I might just burst into flame. When I looked, it seemed my crimson pelt was anticipating the event. I walked down to the stream hoping that the cold water would douse my anger for the moment.
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Slowly, she remembered, and dread began to flow throughout her. She wasn't supposed to give birth for another half-moon! She whined fervently looking at what must be her small malacdh. (did I spell that wrong?) The pup although such a beautiful red colored creature had to be a cursed one. She felt ashamed as she continued to groom her pup. The pup was cursed, but she loved it regardless. Soon she discovered that her pup was a girl. "You're so lovely." She whispered in the quiet darkness of her birthing den.
Her mate returned just then. "You might leave now, to get a head start." She said to him. "Why?" He asked the bronze she-wolf. "I-I….. it's , no she is a maladch." Her mate's fur bristled. "It- she can't be!" He growled in disbelief. The she-wolf Aster stood to comfort her mate, at the same time revealing the pup. "B- but she's perfect. She's just a little early….. Oh." He trailed off as he remembered the pups born early often die before they are a day old.
"The Obea will be here soon to take her. You should go." Aster told her mate again. "I can't leave you I will wait with you, then we can leave together." He told his eyes locked with hers. "Together." She repeated. They settled in together to wait for the obea. As the chilled night slowly turned into a bright morning.
Around mid-morning the obea's head popped in the den. " They told me to check for maladchs, but I'm sure you haven't even—"She was stopped short by the sight of the tiny crimson pup. "I'm sorry." The dull brown wolf mumbled, as she picked the pup up in her jaws, and left the den.
The Pup
It was warm, and a loud thump- thump comforted her as she lay motionless in her mother's womb. She became scared when she fell out of her comfort zone, and into a chilled night. Soon her mother was licking her, cleaning her. When finally her mother's tongue stopped she began to edge toward her mother's stomach trying to nurse. Finally with assistance the pup began to nurse. She nursed until her small stomach was round, full with her mother's milk. She could not see or hear, but she felt the presence of another wolf. She snuggled closer to her mother.
When nothing else happened the little pup fell into a long sleep. When she awoke she was very hungry. She nursed again to her hearts content before falling back into a soft world of gentle darkness. The world of sleep, and dreams.
She little pup stayed in that world for a time, and was not sure she had quite left it when she was suddenly picked up. She was pulled away from her mother's warmth. She mewed loudly. She squirmed, and wriggled. She did not want to be away from her mother! She yowled furiously, her tiny claws flailed about. When eventually she was able to twist herself around so she could claw this terrible thing, it must be the other wolf. The one that wasn't her mother. Blind, an deaf the pup could only smell the small amount of blood she was able to draw. She was satisfied the horrible wolf knew her wrath, it was giving up! It sat her down. She barked victoriously.
The little pup remained where the horrible creature had left her, and she realized even though she had defeated that horrible creature she was still cold, had not mother, and soon she felt hungry more hungry than ever. She whined, and shivered uncontrollably as twilight fell upon the desolate area. It seemed like she was being squeezed, as her breath became short.
She tried, frantically to pull in air as she cried. It was useless. She felt her own lungs closing on her, denying her the ability to breathe. Soon she had no air, and drifted into a new darkness that was not sleep. It was a horrible terrifying darkness, where she was cold, and hungry, and she could not taste air. The darkness closed in around her.
The Obea
"Go! Go, see if Aster has given birth." The Obea, nodded without meeting her commander's gaze. She turned without a word, and left. The Obea, Melf, soon set off to find the birthing den of Aster, and her mate Ferin. It should be within a mile of the main camp. Unless, of course she had gone by-lang. Melf worried for Aster.
Aster out of all the females, didn't seem to fear her, but respect her. For as long as they had known of each other, they had been (What Melf felt like it must be.) friends. She wandered following Aster's scent. Melf came to the den with ease. She felt sorry to give Aster such a scare as she popped her head into the den. "Sorry, they sent me to check for a maladch but I'm sure you haven't eve—." She stopped. So there was a pup. She walked over to it. It was born early much too early.
Aster should not have given birth for another two weeks, that's half a moon. The pup must have been borne recently for they usually have problems on the inside. "I- I'm sorry." Melf mumbled as she took the little pup in her jaws. She wandered for a while looking for the perfect turmmfraw. The whole time the pup was yowling, and mewing, and wriggling so much the Obea almost dropped her several times.
So this one is a fighter she is. Melf thought. Soon she will return to her pack, and cause much trouble there. "Aiii!" Melf growled as the little maladch twisted around, and clawed her muzzle. Yes, she thought, the one will live. She chuckled quietly to herself as she put the pup down on a ledge. If she doesn't fall. Thought the Obea grimly. She turned, and resisted to look back at the pup, whose breathing became ragged.
The pup will make it home. If it's lungs don't give out first. She told herself. She ran as fast as she could away from the creature, she was becoming too fond of it. Perhaps that was Aster's fault.
The Obea
It had been a day since she had taken Aster's pup to its turrmfraw. She had heard how hard it was for the pup to breath, so she did not know why she kept expecting the pup to come mewling into camp any moment now. She was not needed, so she sat at the edge of camp. She looked out towards the place she had left the pup.
Melf sighed. She wanted something to eat, and even the gnaw wolves had the option not to let her eat. She had learned to hunt rabbits before she was known to be barren. They were now all she ate other than the occasional to the half dead deer stumbling around. Those she practically killed out of pity.
She had returned with her belly half empty. She had made herself cozy, on an old tattered pelt that she had picked up after the gnaw wolf in their pack had used it to its limit. Their gnaw wolf was a tired old male who snapped at every one. Soon he would die, because he didn't eat any more. It seemed he didn't want to.
Melf, had just about fallen asleep when she heard a familiar yowling. It was angry. Sounded pretty pissed off. She also started to hear whispering, and whines. "The maladch!" She heard. She jumped up. The maladch had lived? She ran out of her solitary den. Then just barely she could make out the shape of a tiny pup wobbling into the camp.
Oh! Aster's pup had made it! As soon as she could she would run to her, and tell her. but, of course Aster, and Farin were cast out. She grumbled at her luck. She walked over to the pup it was small, and just as red as when she first met her. The pup struggled fiercely as Melf picked her up. She must remember me She thought. Suddenly the pup stopped moving. She panted heavily. Melf stopped, and set her down. The pup sat for a while panting in distress. Then the pup went limp. After a few moments the pup wobbled to its feet shaking heavily.
Whatever had happened to her it had passed, and the obea's job was to take the pup to the nearest she-wolf that could nurse her. So, the pup could not breathe properly. She hoped the little wolf would soon grow out of it.
The next morning a name was given to the pup she would be called Ember.
The Pup, Ember
Almost as soon as the bad-black went away, the pup could breathe again. She gulped the oxygen as fast as she could. Soon her head was spinning. The little pup was exhausted. She was still hungry very hungry. She fell asleep quickly though.
The little pup woke with a start. She could feel warmth on her back. It was warm, but nothing was touching her that she could feel. Pain shot through her, she was so hungry it hurt. She became angry too. As her hunger grew, her anger grew with it. Never had a pup been so angry before she could see even.
Finally the little pup decided to get up, and do something. She wobbled -blind that is- and followed the horrible creature's sent. She had nothing else to lead her. It was tough going. Scrambling, and squealing when she nearly fell several times. As the Obea had left her on an old flood path right on the edge where the pup could have fallen into the river.
The little pup scrambled over hills, and over large rocks. Then there it was on the soft blow! (The wind which she had no other name for.) The smell of other wolves. The horrible creatures was mixed in with the other's . She hopped they were not all bad wolves that stole pups. Her small body was tiring quickly, she was still hungry.
When eventually the little pup came over a ridge (Which she happened to fall down.) she bumped her head. It hurt badly. Then she became angry like before. If it weren't for that stupid horrible creature she might still be with her mother, and she would not be so HUNGRY!
She continued on her journey yowling, and hissing the whole way. It was not long before she smelt the horrible creature again. It was coming to take her back! I must be trying to take her farther away. The little pup was tired, angry, and very very hungry. When the horrible creature picked her up again it made her even less happy.
Twisting, and barking, she tried to grab the horrible creatures muzzle again. Then there it was again that horrible blackness. The pup struggled to get air in her lungs as they began to close on her. She stopped moving, and focused all her energy, on breathing, or trying to breathe that is. When finally the bad black went away the horrible creature took her to a new mother. (Which confused her as her other mother was perfectly fine.)
but, finally she got milk! She was hungry no longer. She also had a name. Ember, with a full belly began to sleep, and dream in the gentle dark that was her friend.
CHAPTER 3: A star.
'My existence is quite boring'. Thought a little red star. She could see everything on earth below her, she longed to be a part of the world. She couldn't though. "but, maybe I can…" The little star mumbled. She looked down at the earth, and saw a little wolf pup. She could sense its life quickly fading. Soon its spirit would walk past her, and continue into the stars.
The little pup was red, just like the star. Suddenly the star had an idea. She hurtled herself toward the earth. She could hear the little pups heart stuttering, and struggling to continue. She threw herself down towards the pup. The pup drew her last shuttering breath, for a moment the darkness of death consumed the pup. Death became the pup.
The star found its mark.
The star used its power to chase the dark of death away. A red shining aura appeared around the pup. Starting at her nose, and ending at her tail, then the aura disappeared. The pup took a startled breath as life flooded back into her.
1 year later: Ember
As daylight faded leaving only the soft glow of twilight, I slowly padded down the thin path towards my den. I hated it. It was cold, and lonely. I used to have another gnaw wolf to keep me company, but now he was dead. I made my den was as far away from the main den (Where the rest of her pack slept together.) so that they wouldn't bother me as much.
I was sort of glad that I'm in the smallest pack of the Mac'Duff clan. We have a lot of territory so, no one ever noticed me when I wandered off to hunt for rabbits. The obea -My only friend- Melf had taught me in secrete. Whenever I did capture their attention I'm forced to grovel, and shove my face in the dirt. I hate it, but I never let it show. I had learned that lesson the hard way.
A little pup (On a dare from friends) came up to me, and bit my paw hard. I shook the pup, and sent it sprawling with a whack. The pup's mother saw this, and bit my muzzle hard, and then I had to perform a very extravagant apology, first to her, and then her pup. From then on I was thought of as the worst dimmest gnaw wolf in the history of the PineWood pack. How I loathe that thought.
As I reach my den I sniff it carefully. It smelt of pups. As sort of prank the pups often would sneak in my den while I'm away. They would leave or take something of mine. I'm not surprised to see a half crunched deer hoof in a corner of the den. I picked it up in my teeth. I would take it to where the pups like to play. "Perhaps it will give them a scare." I said aloud. I sometimes talked to myself. It makes me feel less lonely. I dropped the hoof in the clearing, and trotted off to my den.
Tonight was warmer than usual, I could feel summer approaching. Soon the pups might be leaving fish heads left over from the fishing grizzlies in my den. A warm breeze stirred the grass at the entrance of my den. For once I might be able to sleep.
The sound of startled pups woke me. They must have found what I returned. I grinned pushing myself up. I wandered thought the main camp to see if anyone had something for me to do. I was about to leave and hunt when Lauren –an out flanker- came up to me. I dropped to my belly. "Ember, we are leaving for a hunt. You must come, because you will be required to gnaw a bone." I carefully thought out my answer. "Yes I will come quickly, and I will do my best to tell the story of today's hunt." She snorted, and left me lying in the dirt. At least she didn't whack me.
I could never find the right thing to say. I would either be swatted or snorted at. I'm beginning to think nothing I ever say will please them. "Not that I really want to." I mutter to myself, and then glance around hopping no one heard. When I find only the curious eyes of a pup on me, I sigh with relief, and walk off in the direction Lauren went in.
The pack had made a large kill, and now it was mostly gone. I edge toward the remains of the kill. When the remaining wolves leave I begin to pick over what's left, and look for a good gnaw bone. When I find one I pick it up, and head back to camp.
When I'm safe in my den I lick the bone clean, of blood, and meat scraps. When I finish in the late hours of the night. I look over my work. I think this is one of my best bones yet. Even though I hate the pack, the clan law, and the reason I have to gnaw, I still aspire to be an amazing carver. I guess it's just one of those gnaw wolf things. I leave the bone in a little nook in my den. Tomorrow no doubt Laruen would want me to show the bone to her.
"That's better, what is its name?" Lauren tells me. "Thank you, I appreciate your approval. I called it PineWood 1st hunt of spring." Lauren knew she had no right to tell me what the bone should be named, but she always gave her opinion of it. "It's rather plain, but it will suffice." Rolling my face in the dirt a little more, "I will try even harder next time." I have a feeling that's not right, but I don't have time to wonder.
Lauren whacks me hard, and I try to muffle my yelp in the dirt. "Get out of my sight. I will call for you if you are needed." She says curtly. I wait until she turn to scurry off.
I think if it was possible, my red coat would be flaming. I was so angry; I believed I might just burst into flame. When I looked, it seemed my crimson pelt was anticipating the event. I walked down to the stream hoping that the cold water would douse my anger for the moment.
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