The Riven

Kallee 2

I lay on the cold stone floor of my cave. I'm still having that human thing mother told me about going on in my head, still wondering if there is a way to prevent them from coming- if they even plan to. But like I say, I'll have to cross that bridge when I come to it.

Wait, no.

I'm am going to be future alpha, and alphas plan for the future. I need a plan for this situation soon. Before I was born, about thirteen months back, humans attacked us. We would of had a bigger pack than right now, if it wasn't for the few that died trying to save us. But why would humans do such a thing? Burn down trees and kill us?

But I also did hear that not all the wolves were killed- but they are instead taken. They will only take healthy young ones, and the old and weak are executed. In my opinion, it feels at if they need something from us, but what?

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I wake up, forgetting that I ever even closed my eyes.

I hear a soft, peaceful howl disturb the wind blowing on the snow covered trees and early birds chirping. It's the First Meal howl, asking wolves from our pack to come and eat breakfast.

I get up, forcing myself to stand on my small body. I'm very small- I'm about the size of a runt. But I'm also the firstborn of my litter, with all the pups younger than me, bigger. My features are neat, though. I'm not a black-furred timber wolf, but I'm actually an arctic wolf. I'm not white like most arctic wolves, which makes me unique. I was the only black-furred arctic wolf pup in my litter, while the rest of the pups, white.

The litter I was in- all of them- had green and golden eyes. While me, having blue eyes. Dark blue eyes that look like crystal. I like all of my features, except that I'm small. Other wolves mistake me for being a pup still, but I'm actually almost an adult. It's really annoying.

"Kaaalllleee!" I hear a male voice moan. Conan, I'm not surprised.

"Yeah, I'm coming," I smirk. "Little brother."

"I will always, always look older than you," he says.

I start to open my mouth, ready to say something. "Well, I'll-"

"Whatever." He interrupts. "Breakfast is waiting."

I lick my chops, and I know that Conan stopped the argument was a smart move. I know he would know I will rip him to shreds if he messes with me. Although I'm tiny, I'm strong.
Conan walks out the den entrance, head low.
I follow him out of the den, my stomach growling like a beast. I didn't realize how hungry I am right now, because that little squirrel snack yesterday was my dinner, to say the least. I squint at the bright sun, trying to get past its brightness so I can see the meal. But I can surely smell deer, which is probably our food for the First Meal.
"Deer?" I ask, slash shout across a creek.
"Yep," Cleo, a gray wolf, says to back to me. "Don't you love it?"
I nod, hoping she might be able to see me do it.
I approach her, more like trotting to her, because I'm happy. Cleo is just a bit older than me, but she's not my sister. My pack found her abandoned as a pup, so we took her as our own, raising her.
"Oh I love deer," I say.
"So do I," Cleo replies, smiling. "We went on a hunt a couple of hours before you woke up, princess, and we saw a herd of deer,"
"Cool," I say, biting my tongue. "Why this deer?"
"Easy game," she says. "Come on, let's eat some deer jerky!"
I nod, giggling, and she giggles to. I follow her to the deer, watching her open her jaw as wide as she possibly can, taking a slice of buck meat from the hide, the most fattest and juiciest part of this deer. She wolfs it down like it was just a slither, but it seems that while she's chewing she can hardly breathe. She's taking huge puffs of air while gulping it down.
"I was starving, um," Cleo starts. "Kallee- can't breathe!" she chokes. I laugh, and while she's choking she is still smiling.
"Take a bite!" she continues. "As you can see me, it's probably good."
"Yeah, I can tell," I say, smiling. "I'll be over there."
I walk toward the lifeless body, sniffing it. Smells good. If I'm hungry, I'll eat it.
I snap a chunk of the hind leg, for filling myself. I taste its tenderness and meat flavor. I moan, and I continue eating with the rest of my pack.
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"Kallee!" Cleo shouts.
"Yeah?" I reply.
"Conan and I are going hunting. I heard you guys learned hunting a few days back," she continues. "Wanna come?"
I honestly love hunting, after that lesson. I love to feel the way after you accomplish something, like your goal.
"Sure!" I bark back at Cleo.
I burst out of the cave, my black tail swishing back and forth rapidly. The thing is, it's nighttime, and it is dark. But us wolves have night vision.
"Hey," I say to Cleo.
"Hi. You ready?" She whines back.
"Whenever you are."
"I'm always ready," Conan says, his chest all puffed out with pride. "Especially hunting."
"Don't get your hopes up," Cleo barks. "I planned this as a challenge. Whoever  catches the first prey, wins the game. Next, whoever catches the most prey, at least two,"
For whatever reason, Cleo likes to play games. She's eager, and every time she makes a game, she actually wins it.
"At least two?" Conan complains.
"For the second round, yes," Cleo replies, now her gray head up straight. Her green eyes sparkling, like she knows she's gonna win.
I frown at her, but she exchanges looks with a big, fat grin plastered across her face.
"Whatever to you," Conan mopes.
Cleo smirks. "Good luck to you, darling."