[OLD] Inna

Chapter 8

Opie woke me up. I smiled at him and playfully swatted at his tail. He yipped in delight as we laughed.

"I feel like a pup again!" he would say when we played together.

I smiled. He was just a friend now, but maybe later in life, I would view him more than just a friend. I smiled at his furry white face and he smiled back. I noticed a small jet black figure behind the rock we were standing in front of.

"Opie," I asked, "What's that?"

The fox-like figure shifted its paws in the snow, managing to get behind the rock.

"What's what?" he asked.

He trod around the rock, and I'm sure he saw the fox figure because I heard growling, a laugh sound, and Opie thump on the ground on top of the black-furred figure. I zoomed behind him, a pile of fur and blood.

"Don't hurt me!" the black figure squealed. "Please, I'm very special! My kind can't live without me!"

I looked at her in surprise. An unfamiliar scent wafted up to my nostrils. I recognized that scent. It's what Opie called a stronger wolf pack. A...Bishar.

"Is this what a Bishar smells like?" I asked him.

"Yep." he barked. The Bishar of Claw."

A humongous gray furred wolf stomped up to me. "Don't hurt Isla!" he bellowed.

"This fox, she's your friend?" Opie yelped. "Wow..weak."

The gray wolf growled at him. "Oh really?" he barked. "What about your measly pack and our strong Bishar? You have nothing against me."

The fox looked relieved. Her black frame had relaxed. "Thank you, King Farraclaw Valiant-Jowl! I could never have survived without you! I haven't seen you in so long!"

The wolf-I'm assuming is named Farraclaw-smiled. He walked toward me and shoved me to the side. I hissed at him, and he picked up the bleeding black fox by her scruff.

"Pirie, Siffrin, and your cubs will be looking for you." He said sweetly.

She smiled.

"Wait!" I spat. Can I come with you?"

Opie looked at me sadly. He frowned.

"What about me?" he whined.

I frowned at him. "I'll come back, I promise."

His tail wagged a small bit.

"I haven't accepted yet!" the gray wolf bellowed.

"You will not come into our Bishar." He barked. "You will leave with Isla."

Isla looked at him with a pouty face.

"Wait a second!" she barked.

"I haven't said anything!"

Opie chuckled.

"You may come with me, and I will teach you Foxcraft."

I smiled and went and got my cubs.

"Where are we going mo-Ahh! Wolf!"

Cream squeaked. I told her it was ok, and we were going to learn powers.

"Not powers," the fox snapped. "Foxcraft."

I rolled my eyes at her and felt a sharp jolt of pain. The wolf had me by the scruff. Three more picked up my cubs, gently. I hissed and we went on. I finally was plopped into a soft field. 5 fox cubs pinned me down.

"We got her mama!" The biggest one said.

The black-furred fox laughed.

"She's nice, cubs. Off of her."

I smiled at the fox, and the cubs reluctantly got off of me.

"Sorry I didn't introduce myself," the fox said.

"I'm Isla."

"I'm Inna."

I was surprised. I looked at Isla.

"Our names are so similar!" I mewed.

She giggled. "Watch this!" she said.

Right after she said that I heard a crow. I hissed. It was coming from nowhere and everywhere. "Where are you?!" I spat.

The fox laughed and the call stopped.

"Was-WAS THAT YOU?!?!?" I shouted.

"Yep!" she barked.

"Teach me!" I begged her.

She agreed and in no time I could do some foxcraft! It was called karakking. I karakked in front of her.

"Get better and maybe you could be the black lynx," she said.

"The black lynx." I thought.

It sounded good. I wanted to be her.