The City Of Beginnings

Chapter 11

Marco was fast, but the kid was really something. He almost rivaled the wolf. They were so far ahead I couldn't even see them. I sighed and ran after them. I spotted Marco barking at a tree. I came closer and looked up. There was the little squirt sitting on a branch that was twice as high as me. "I'm sorry" I said "I didn't mean to frighten you." I saw something being thrown at me. I caught it and looked at it. It was an acorn. I laughed. "Can you come down please?" I asked and another acorn was thrown at me. I waited hoping that he would come down, but it became apparent he wasn't moving until I left. "alright..." I said to the kid. I took out a piece of bread from my pocket that I was planning on eating tommorow and placed it under the tree. I didn't look up, just turned around and went back to my camping place. Glancing back I saw the kid still watching me. I looked away and shook my head. Really something I say to myself.

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The man went away and so did the wolf. I warily watched them until they went out of sight. I stayed on the tree until I knew they weren't coming back. I climbed down and spotted something white on the floor. It was bread. I kneeled down and picked it up. It felt like so much time has passed when I have last eaten bread. I looked at it closer and sniffed it. I closed my eyes. It smelt so good. I took a small bite and hummed at the taste of bread I didn't even know I missed so much. I quickly munched the rest.

I decided to go home, but then  realised I was still lost. I growled in frustration. I sat down and pouted. It was dark, it was cold and I was tired. It didn't seem fair. I hugged my knees and started thinking options. I could go look for the river, I could find a place to sleep for tonight or I could.... I didn't think of the third option, because I already drifted of to sleep. When I was dreaming I felt myself being lifted and carried. I was dreaming of a white wolf howling to the moon. I dreamt about it being scared and hurt and lonely. It was such a sad howl.

I woke up feeling warm. I shuffled and tugged at the blanket. Blanket... My eyes shot open. I was covered with a piece of clothing. I rose and looked around. I wasn't at home. There was no tree with a large hole or a shelter made of branches and leaves. Someone else was here. It was the tall man. He was sleeping on the ground and the wolf was curled next to him. I slowly pushed the material I was covered with away and stood up. I knew how to get to the river here. I started walking in a set direction. Just before I left the camp place I heard a sleepy "Goodbye" I froze. I turned around, but the man was still lying on the ground. Nobody else was here. I left.