Unknown's Diary..

Bonus Story 2

Little pup

In the Silva Huntcola, a 3-year-old werewolf pup, fur full of blood, as she had just caught her next meal. Short brown hair, matching her fur, a child's outfit, and yellow glowing eyes. Other than her claws and small fangs...she seemed...harmless and defenseless.

Almost innocent.

Almost. Let's not forget she still hunts her own food.

In the middle of her meal, she noticed a little glimmerwing, a butterfly with beautiful galaxy-like scales on its wings. It was young, like her.

She giggled as its wings were brushed against her face. She got on all fours when it flew away and pounced after it. Like a fun game of tag. Leaving her Xeelee fawn carcass on the ground.

She kept following it until tripping, letting out an "ow!" and yelps as she tumbled down the small hill until--

CRUNCH

"!- AAAAAAAAAAH"

The little wolf panicked as she looked at her lower leg.

Caught in a bear trap. Well, for those in Nebula, Gronnmaw traps.

The more she moved, the harder the trap clenched its spikes deeper into her skin. Unsure what else to do, she howled for help as she kept attempting to escape. Only one other creature in this world would dare leave traps like these out, hoping to catch a Gronnmaw, ancient bears that guard ruins nearby.

Humans.

In her moments of panic, the little werewolf didn't even think twice. She just went into survival mode. She tried everything: prying the trap open, biting the chains, scratching, biting again, running away, and biting.

Nothing worked. She kept howling until 3 figures surrounded her.

Humans. Poachers.

"Non ursus stultus... sed hic catulus pulcher nobis denarium pulchrum dare potest." The man smirks as he looks at her.
("Not the stupid bear...But this pretty puppy could give us a pretty penny.")

"You're correct...heh..." The other man grins.

The third man used sign language to speak. The pup didn't even notice it. All her senses were focused on escaping. Unfortunately, to no avail. She was picked up by the back of her neck as the men inspected her.

She growled and snarled, barking at them.

This only made the men laugh. "Oh, we got a fighter!" "Hic bonus canis pugnatorius esse potest." ("This could be good as a fighter dog.") The other nodded in agreement.

They were about to shove her in a sack when she bit the middleman's hand. "OW!" He yelled out. "Ugh, you know what, she's better dead."

He held out a gun, highly advanced...something she's never seen before...but all she knew was that it was dangerous. She whimpers and hides her face. The next thing she knew...

The three men got attacked by grown werewolves. Dropping her on the ground with an "oof!"

She hid in the tall grass as the attack happened. However, she was picked up again by the neck, only for an unusual-looking werewolf male to come and open the trap. She spent no time waiting and pulled her foot out. She looked up at the man; he looked human, but...the ears and tail...and smell...he was one of them. With a kind smile plastered on his face, "You're free now. Go home, child."

They put her down, but when they left, she followed; despite being so young, she knew...she had found a pack of her own...

She joined and swore that the man who saved her was a hero...that was a lie... As she grew, she saw how truly bad off her pack and others were. She tried to fight back, she did...but she always lost...who did she take this anger out on?

The Great White Sharklin boy with white hair and green eyes.

It helped the Sharklins had a feud with them anyways.