• It started too por as the cold winter night came, i started to shver and shake uncontrollibie.
    it had been the start of a long night. i cant rememberd what had happend before wakeing up next to this river.
    all i remember is wakeing up and not hearing a sound. my head pounding and paws brused. i managed to scramble around
    and find an empty cave. i hoped that it did not belong to a bear or pack of alpha wolves. i am just a pup not even nine
    months. i am black with a white strip along my face and belly. the tip of my tail and paws are white. on my snout i have a
    white question mark as a birth mark. as i said i cant remember what had happend the night before oor even the day before that
    as the night passed i couldnt sleep, i kept crieng to the sounds of other wolves howling i thought to my self that one of
    those could be my mother. thoughts popped in my haed of what had happend to mother and sibblings. i amd the oldest by a
    coulpe of minutes but those minutes count.mother use to stick me with all the responsibilties. when she went out
    to hunt cuase my father was never home, she put me incharge even thought i was incharge the others never would listen.
    my mom was differnt then the others she would take us and move away from the pack she was how you say it a lone wolf.
    father had left after i was born he took one look at me and left he never came back. every now or then i will have dreams
    and wakeup thinking i heard or felt him staring and watching me but mother siad thats what i wont to feel not actualy
    what was realy happening. mother said the the feeling i had of being watvhed was the humans takeing observations
    and studing us like a bbunch off labrats. i ask mom why they were doing that and she would never answer she would
    just drop her head and turn the other way. when morning came i yawned and strecthed for a good and solid ten minutes.
    then i looked out to the cave to get a better look at my soroundings. to my left thier weres trees trees and more trees.
    to my right their was a river flowing with the speed of a thousand cheetahs. i thought to my self that if i follow the river
    i would surely find somone or someplace to take shelter. i decide to start heading down stream following the river. stared into the river as i walked. i would stare at my reflection and stare at the fish that wer swimming in school.
    the river got deeper and more rapid i dont know what i was thinking i almost fell in. i had to keep the thought of not killing or enjuring my self. i was hungry my stomach growling and gurgaling i thought i smelled smoked salmon and told myself to get over it but as i continued to walk the smell got strongger and stronger. i then came to a bunch of bushes were then i poked my head threw to take a peak, what i saw was a hut were a hunter had been hunting and mounting and skinning his catches on the fire he was roasting a brite pink salmon i started to drool at the smell.