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Mom didn’t believe the stories about a werewolf lead wolf pack in our aria. The woods near town seemed so peaceful that even when an occasional wolf howl was herd nobody seamed to mind. It was beautiful to see, especially now, when the August leaves are changing colors to dull browns and eccentric reds. I had gotten into the habit of sneaking off into the woods despite the omnipresent wolves.
I rarely had the opportunity to see the wolves for myself, but that day I discovered their den. It was located on the property of a man named Alexander Wolff. Mr. Wolff was an avid adventurer and a mountain ranger around here. He ran the most efficient search and rescue team in the Northwest. He was very protective of the wildlife too, especially the wolves. When wolf hunting was legalized in Idaho, our small town immediately passed a city ordinance forbidding it in our aria, partly out of great respect for Mr. Wolff.
The den was located about two miles into the woods from Mr. Wolff’s home. At first I was only watching but soon the pups caught my curiosity and I decided to play with them. There were four brown-gray pups. They seemed smarter then most dogs, but played in very similar ways, scuffling and play fighting. I was amazed that they liked me so much. We played and soon, without my notice, the sun faded to twilight, and I got up to leave. I had spent the entire afternoon playing with the wolf pups. I’m lucky the older ones didn’t come before I left. That night I dreamed of the wolf puppies, just playing with them, tug-of-war and wrestling.
The next day was Sunday, so I stayed home after church instead of visiting my new friends. Monday was fair game after school, though and I left for the Den immediately after my homework was finished.
There were wolf prints on the trail from Mr. Wolff’s house to the Den, big ones. I didn’t worry, the big ones were full of wisdom. No one had lost a sheep or dog to the wolves in years. I suppose I was desensitized a little to their wild nature, but I still respected that it’s easy to walk to your death if you insult them.
There were five large wolves, and with the four pups there were nine of them. Although three of them seemed larger then normal. The largest one was black with a white diamond on it’s chest, and white paws. The next was a tan-gold wolf who appeared to be the alpha female. The third seemed young but full grown black and gray. The full grown but smaller wolves looked like classic timber wolves.
They just studied me, observing me until one of the little ones started tugging on my jacket. All the tension of the moment broke, although the big black one kept a careful eye on me as the pups played with me. The rest scuffled with me and let me pet them.
As I got up to leave I said, “At least I know the stories about the wolf pack are true.” The black Alpha wolf perked up and looked straight at me. “Mother will never believe me, but Dad will.”
The wolf lunged knocking the wind out of me. He bit my shoulder, with a death grip. He held me down, and I was screaming kicking, and trying to force him off of me. He finally relinquished his hold on me and backed off. I turned and ran, and they just sat there as if waiting for something to happen.
“That’s a good bite you got there. What dog did you say bit you again?” Doctor Hicks asked. He was the only doctor in town with any medical experience whatsoever.
“A stray mutt, no tags,” I said. I still had no idea why the wolf bit me, but until I knew why I wasn’t going to be angry to it.
“Can you describe it?” the doctor said.
“It was,” I paused for a moment to make it up, “a large brown boxer mix I think.”
“Okay then, I’ll inform animal control, it might take a while to find it but, I’m sure that it will be taken care of.”
My mother rushed to my side. “It’ll be alright, it’s just a bite Roy.”
My father simply said, “I’ll go looking for it myself.” I knew I had to see the wolves again before some ones dog matches my loose description.
I slid my bedroom window open, pausing only when it gave a tale-tell squeak. I had been feeling sick all night, but felt compelled to visit the wolves that night. I had developed an unbearable itch and felt really sore but wasn’t going to let anything stop me. I had with me a sack of frozen meat that I wanted to use as a piece offering.
That night was cold, but the moon and stars gave enough light to read a book, or follow a paw print trail back to the den. The two normal wolves and the pups were all there, one of them growled at me, but backed off, I laid the sack on the ground and tossed some of the meat towards them. Absentmindedly I began snacking on it also, savoring it’s flavor. Thats when I doubled over couching my stomach in pain, though not from the raw meat. I tore my shirt off and found fur growing on myself. Pain, bloody, red, pain crawled up and down my legs, arms, head, and newly forming tail. I watched as my hand changed into a paw like structure, and as my face pushed forward into a muzzle. I clutched my foot as it formed into a large wolf paw.
“...growl, ha… bark…”
“whine...A new… bark.”
“Here comes alpha.”
I marveled at my new understanding of wolves speech. More and more I felt like I had always been one. But who was alpha?
The three larger wolves came, but as anthro creatures. The large black one spoke first, “I thought you would return before your first shift, I’m sorry I bit you, but I thought you had figured it out.” I noticed he spoke like a dog or wolf, but I understood everything.
“Figurrred what out?” I asked, notising my “r”s were emphasised.
“That were werewolves of course,” the large female said. “Surly you must have seen the jumbo sized wolf tracks from our back door to the den, how else could you have found us here so easily.”
“I had no idea,” I said as my stomach growled.
The third werewolf spoke, “You better have some more of that meat kid, it takes a lot of energy to shift, especially the first time. You have a lot to learn.”
I rarely had the opportunity to see the wolves for myself, but that day I discovered their den. It was located on the property of a man named Alexander Wolff. Mr. Wolff was an avid adventurer and a mountain ranger around here. He ran the most efficient search and rescue team in the Northwest. He was very protective of the wildlife too, especially the wolves. When wolf hunting was legalized in Idaho, our small town immediately passed a city ordinance forbidding it in our aria, partly out of great respect for Mr. Wolff.
The den was located about two miles into the woods from Mr. Wolff’s home. At first I was only watching but soon the pups caught my curiosity and I decided to play with them. There were four brown-gray pups. They seemed smarter then most dogs, but played in very similar ways, scuffling and play fighting. I was amazed that they liked me so much. We played and soon, without my notice, the sun faded to twilight, and I got up to leave. I had spent the entire afternoon playing with the wolf pups. I’m lucky the older ones didn’t come before I left. That night I dreamed of the wolf puppies, just playing with them, tug-of-war and wrestling.
The next day was Sunday, so I stayed home after church instead of visiting my new friends. Monday was fair game after school, though and I left for the Den immediately after my homework was finished.
There were wolf prints on the trail from Mr. Wolff’s house to the Den, big ones. I didn’t worry, the big ones were full of wisdom. No one had lost a sheep or dog to the wolves in years. I suppose I was desensitized a little to their wild nature, but I still respected that it’s easy to walk to your death if you insult them.
There were five large wolves, and with the four pups there were nine of them. Although three of them seemed larger then normal. The largest one was black with a white diamond on it’s chest, and white paws. The next was a tan-gold wolf who appeared to be the alpha female. The third seemed young but full grown black and gray. The full grown but smaller wolves looked like classic timber wolves.
They just studied me, observing me until one of the little ones started tugging on my jacket. All the tension of the moment broke, although the big black one kept a careful eye on me as the pups played with me. The rest scuffled with me and let me pet them.
As I got up to leave I said, “At least I know the stories about the wolf pack are true.” The black Alpha wolf perked up and looked straight at me. “Mother will never believe me, but Dad will.”
The wolf lunged knocking the wind out of me. He bit my shoulder, with a death grip. He held me down, and I was screaming kicking, and trying to force him off of me. He finally relinquished his hold on me and backed off. I turned and ran, and they just sat there as if waiting for something to happen.
“That’s a good bite you got there. What dog did you say bit you again?” Doctor Hicks asked. He was the only doctor in town with any medical experience whatsoever.
“A stray mutt, no tags,” I said. I still had no idea why the wolf bit me, but until I knew why I wasn’t going to be angry to it.
“Can you describe it?” the doctor said.
“It was,” I paused for a moment to make it up, “a large brown boxer mix I think.”
“Okay then, I’ll inform animal control, it might take a while to find it but, I’m sure that it will be taken care of.”
My mother rushed to my side. “It’ll be alright, it’s just a bite Roy.”
My father simply said, “I’ll go looking for it myself.” I knew I had to see the wolves again before some ones dog matches my loose description.
I slid my bedroom window open, pausing only when it gave a tale-tell squeak. I had been feeling sick all night, but felt compelled to visit the wolves that night. I had developed an unbearable itch and felt really sore but wasn’t going to let anything stop me. I had with me a sack of frozen meat that I wanted to use as a piece offering.
That night was cold, but the moon and stars gave enough light to read a book, or follow a paw print trail back to the den. The two normal wolves and the pups were all there, one of them growled at me, but backed off, I laid the sack on the ground and tossed some of the meat towards them. Absentmindedly I began snacking on it also, savoring it’s flavor. Thats when I doubled over couching my stomach in pain, though not from the raw meat. I tore my shirt off and found fur growing on myself. Pain, bloody, red, pain crawled up and down my legs, arms, head, and newly forming tail. I watched as my hand changed into a paw like structure, and as my face pushed forward into a muzzle. I clutched my foot as it formed into a large wolf paw.
“...growl, ha… bark…”
“whine...A new… bark.”
“Here comes alpha.”
I marveled at my new understanding of wolves speech. More and more I felt like I had always been one. But who was alpha?
The three larger wolves came, but as anthro creatures. The large black one spoke first, “I thought you would return before your first shift, I’m sorry I bit you, but I thought you had figured it out.” I noticed he spoke like a dog or wolf, but I understood everything.
“Figurrred what out?” I asked, notising my “r”s were emphasised.
“That were werewolves of course,” the large female said. “Surly you must have seen the jumbo sized wolf tracks from our back door to the den, how else could you have found us here so easily.”
“I had no idea,” I said as my stomach growled.
The third werewolf spoke, “You better have some more of that meat kid, it takes a lot of energy to shift, especially the first time. You have a lot to learn.”
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Wee! Werewolf-goodness. >w< I really like this, if ya ever decided to contineu this I would be a fan emidietly. ^w^