One wolves tale

Chapter 5: Separated

Jackson ran faster than he could, his paws burned as they clashed with the ground. April hanging from his mouth like a rag doll as he ran. She awoken and looks at him, she held onto him tightly. "Why is this happening?" she cried. Jackson suddenly stopped in his tracks as he looks down from a cliff. He looks back, seeing the men coming again. April gasped, "Oh no!" she cried again in terror. Jackson backs away, his back leg slipped, dropping April onto the ground. He claws at the ground to stop himself from slipping, but his heavily weight caused the edge to break off. April's eyes widen as she reaches out a arm, "Jackson!" she screamed. Jackson and the broken ground fell into the deep lake below. April shouted again, "Jackson!". Jackson's head shot out of the cold deep and he shouts, now in his human form."Run! Run, April!". April raises her head and turns it, she sees the men and runs the other direction.

Jackson tried to stay up for air, but he soon was knocked out when he hit a large rock. Darkness, nothing was heard or seen.Nothing.

Jackson's watery eyes soon flickered open. He lays on a small animal skinned bed, something tribes would make, this laid in the middle of a tent. A beautifully curved wooden table was next to the bed. On the table laid paint, a comb, sticks and a dead mouse. The suns rays of hope shined through the tents entrance. The hope was soon gone when a shadow of a figure covers the sunlight, an old man, with red paint carefully covering his wrinkly face slumped forward, limping. He wore a bore layered scort and a furry Wolf skin jacket. He slowly sat beside the bed. looking down at the blue paint pot, he picks it up.

Jackson raises his head and looks at the man, the man looked as if he was already giving a slight glare. But he was smiling warmly. Jackson, was slightly scared by being near people he don't know. It made him worry. Standing up, the old tribesman gently caresses at Jackson's face. He examines his face and hums softly. Jackson blinks, he finally spoke. "Where...am.. I? " He says, hesitant with his speech. The old coloured man lets his face go,raising his furry brow. "I found you, you were- washed up in the lake- you nearly, died". Looking at the paint pot, Jackson blinks a few times. "April".