Winter Wolf

4. Mistake

Another day without food. Sooner or later we'd die from starvation. Dehydration wasn't a problem with the nearby river. Still I had no weapon. Still I had no plan. We couldn't just stay out in the middle of the forest our whole lives. Well I could bare it. Arlo on the other hand couldn't last a week. He was barely lasting our two days. Not to mention we reeked. With no way to take a bath we had a very...interesting smell. Smoke, sweat, and blood. Mix that all together and you get a horrible smell. Not one of us dared to go in the river. We'd rather stink than risk hypothermia.

Arlo mainly kept to the cave. I walked around exploring, promising Arlo I'd yell if anything happened. Him taking older brother protectiveness to a whole new level. I walked on. Reminiscing about the times before the fire. It seemed like a whole other life time rather than three days ago. Arlo's tried to stay strong, but I see the tears he sheds when he thinks I'm not looking. I feel like I should comfort him, but comforting has never been easy for me. It's always awkward. So I let him believe that I see nothing. It's how we function.

I was so lost in thought that I walked off way too far. The sun was already setting. Arlo would go ballistic if I wasn't back soon. I was about to head back when I heard something odd. I climbed up a tree quickly and looked for the source of the sounds. I spotted two men. One with a musket another holding a bow with arrows slung on him. A bow. I need that badly, but I can't fight against that with no weapon. I was about to sneak off when I saw something that broke my heart.

Laying on the ground was an animal that once had beautiful white fur, now it was stained with a terrible color of red. I snapped. That was enough for me to put those two vile creatures in their place.

~Arlo's P.O.V~

It was so late. The orange and red sunset had already come. The problem was that Nyx wasn't back yet. I know I should have faith in her, but it's my instinct to worry. I have the problem of thinking of the worst situation that could happen. I decided to try and find her. I walked off, but I didn't dare call her name. I learned my lesson after the doe incident. Deep breaths were needed to help calm myself down. I walked on until something caught my eye.

I saw Nyx. I was about to call out to her until I saw the scene around me. My little sister holding a bow with an arrow already in place for a shot. A wolf with a stained coat. What once was a beautiful white was now stained red. But the most gruesome part of it all was the snow at my sister's feet. Dark red.

I thought I had imagined the worst back at the cave. I was very, very wrong. Oh yes I was.