Prologue
"I want me a wolf dammit!" Shouted the drunk hunter, slamming his glass on the bar table, hard enough to cause a crack to crawl up the glass.
"You know as well as I do that you'll never get one," snapped the other, pointing a finger, which, to the drunken hunters, seemed very harsh and powerful. A dangerous light sparked in the first hunter's eyes. He had been criticized for years for trying to make the perfect plan to capture a wolf, one of the last in the world. But while the others had laughed and scoffed, he had learned and planned, and now his plans were complete.
"You'll see! You'll all see!" He shouted into the almost-empty bar. One man, sitting near the back end of the bar, looked away guiltily, as if he had been trying to listen discreetly. The second hunter took a sluggish swing at the first, and the first hunter grabbed the seconds wrist in a tight, drunken grip. The two stood up, and stepped around, almost dance- like, hands gripping each other's wrists.
"Alright, Mr. Wagofsky" the bartender finally sighed to the first hunter. "I think it's time for you to go home," Shooting a piercing glare at the bartender, Mr. Wagofsky reluctantly let go of the second hunters wrists, and turned towards the door. Not taking his eyes off the second hunter, Mr. Wagofsky proceeded to walk into the pool table, a chair, and finally the door before wandering out into the dark night, where he swore he could hear the defiant howling of a wolf.
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Midnight's Dream
AdventureDream is a young wolf, living only with her family of four: Shadow, a dark wolf with a head full of mischief; Papa, a dark brown wolf who is harsh and to the point; and Mama, a gentle she-wolf who is Dream's only consolation. Shadow is always gettin...
