One wolves tale

Chapter 11

It had been a few short weeks after leaving the camp. He was still no closer to finding the man in the book. Hope was being pulled away from him like fresh grass being torn away from the ground. The wind blew frantically across the meadow, the brutal storm forges athwart the sky, the enraged flashes of lightening punching the crust. The crackle of thunder was heard in a heart beat, in every direction the sky was in dusk. Every step was a struggle, the draft refusing for him to move closer to the goal, but he fought with dignity, reaching out for the objective. Sunset yellow eyes flicker while fog began to block the site of the youngster, staring at the piercing eyes that shot through him. He backed away rapidly, anxious and deserted he cloaked his arms around himself. The ominous optics lingered closer, a low fierce growl parted with a huff of vapour, exhaling from a long dark snout. He wasn't considering on running, because he knew nothing of the creature, he couldn't sense through the wall of fog. 

  After hearing a single snap of a twig, the brute looked away. The youngster immediately went like lightening, the creature sprints after him instantly as it span its head around. Beatings of his heart pulsed hastily, practically exploding from his chest as he raced down a marshy path. Tears flood down his soft, dusty cheek. His fear flooded his body along with his blood racing around his shaky body. Thin legs were on fire,a burn rapidly spreads up his pale skinned legs. Predictably, the youngster tumbled to the floor, wheeling down the path in some distance. Positioning on his side on the swampy trail, he whined, rising off his side and onto his dirty knees. A gigantic brown paw slapped into a puddle, generating a petrified yelp from the young boy. He looks up at the beast now seeing it was a giant wolf, beaming down at him with an enraged glare. His glittering eyes widen, fear flooded him, building up in his eyes. 

The youths eyes suddenly closed. Silence. 

His vision was blurred as his eyes open weakly. The blurring light from a fire blinding his field of vision for a scattering of seconds. Raising gradually, he clutched his head as he murmurs in pain. After a glimmer from the light, he rotated his head throughout the area. He was sitting on a boar-skinned rug, which was laid next to a bouldered fireplace, inside was a bed of coal being burned to crisps as the roasting fire's heat spills out. Turning his head, he lays his eyes on a man who sat on a soft, leather armchair. The man looked like he was in his mid twenties; he had long, soft, cinnamon hair that was secured in a pony tail. His face had sharp features: he had a clean-cut defined jawline with bristles surrounding the lower part of his face. His polished eyes were staring down at an opened hardback version of a book called 'White fang' by Jack London. It seemed intriguing to him, seeing the concentration on his face. 

The males eyes soon traveled from the book to the boys gaze, his piercing eyes struck into his very core. His stare caused the younger to look back in horror, his heart beating out of chest as the older male stood up out of seat after shutting his book. Crawling slightly back, Jackson gulps, shaking in his own fear. Approaching, the male grasped a turquoise fashioned mug, offering the mug of hot cocoa to the young boy. Jackson's eyes flutter, gazing up at the older male. Accepting the refreshment, his lips curled into a delightful grin, observing the floating white boats in the sea of luscious cocoa. He again glanced up at him, noticing the males delicate smile. "Who are you?" Jackson spoke tenderly, with a tint of hesitation. The male smiled small, he swiftly stood and shook his head. "C'mon now, you've only just met me" The older males chuckle flowed out from his lips. He wasn't sure about telling the young lad his name, since he was a stranger, but a child. Giving of a huff of resentment, his hand flowed down his face. "Just call me, Mr.wolf...Okay?" He looked down into Jackson's big, bright, blue orbs, seeing the innocence painted across his face. Not being sure on why he wouldn't allow the lad to know his name, he saw the misery plastered on the boys face. Jackson simply wanted to know him, so he could trust him.