Howl

On My own

I wriggled myself in the log more, feeling anxious. I lied down.
   If I ever was named, I want my name to be...
"Hey Mongrel!"
He didn't seem friendly. He didn't want to help me.
He then sighed frustrated and walked away.
He wanted to kill me.
I wish...
I wish...
I had the warmth of mamas soft stomach,
Had the touch of another wolf's body.
I want the comfort..
I want the comfort of another wolf, a pack.
I am just a half-wolf though. I will never find a pack to fit in.
I am too feeble, and I'm only timber wolf and part German Shepard.
I'm an outcast.
I walked back to the den I made, and there was five wolves waiting for me.
They grabbed me by the scruff, like mother used too. They didn't dig inside my scruff. The warm dog felt so relaxing.
But this isn't mother wolf.
This is a different pack,
That's going to rip me to shreads like some dog toy.
And once again, my unuseful dastard ways are going to kill me.