Storm Wolf

Chapter 3

A/N: hey everybody!!! I just wanted to say I'm sorry for the extremely long wait, I had to rewrite, and I've had a terrible case of writers block that's lasted about four months. I know that's no excuse, so I am sorry, and just want to thank anybody that's stayed with the story. So.. Please vote, comment, and most of all, ENJOY!!!! :)

P.S. sorry it's so short, I'll try my hardest to make the next longer.

Chapter three

Sagen yawned loudly, and stretched. He hadn't slept well last night. He was too worried about being stranded. His head had been swimming with thoughts of the thousand-and-one ways he could die. He wondered where his friends were, if they were okay. He wondered if they were worrying about him.

His fire had gone out in the middle of the night, and the cold snapped him back to the present. He added some more paper, and started a new fire. He decided that if he was going to keep it going, he was going to need wood.

Sagan shimmied over to the fence, and was just about to move it when he noticed a little hole in the ground by the bottom of the fence, and there were claw marks in the ground next to the hole. Something with sharp claws had tried to dig its way under the fence last night. That was not the least bit comforting, and Sagen was glad he'd put the fence up. He grabbed his backpack and headed out to find firewood.

It was very bright out; the snow sparkled like millions of really tiny diamonds. It was quite easy to get distracted in the beauty of the snow, but Sagen had work to do.

He didn't want any live branches, because they smoked like crazy. He spotted a couple dead trees over by a frozen stream. He headed towards them.

He was almost all the way over when he saw it. A hulking black figure with eyes the colour of honey. It was staring straight at him, although Sagen didn't see any sign of anger, merely curiosity. He black thing lifted its nose and sniffed the air. What looked like a knowing glance came upon its face, and as it cautiously backed away, Sagen slowly began to realize that the bear-like creature in front of him was a giant wolf. Before he even had time to fully comprehend that thought, the wolf had disappeared in the forest of dead trees.

Scared out of his mind, and half worried that he was going crazy, Sagen quickly started breaking branches off the trees for firewood. When he had a decent sized pile laying in the snow beside him, he gathered it all up in one big bundle and half dragged, half carried the branches back to his hole.

The weight of the branches carved a clear path into the snow, and Sagen concluded that he would have to use that path a lot, if he could even survive long enough. He hoped he would, but with his limited knowledge of nature, it wasn't likely. Somehow he knew though, that he wouldn't get a chance to use the path.

He sighed, and began pulling away the fence so he could slide the branches into the indent that had become his temporary home.

Once he had all the branches inside, he broke in to small, pencil-length pieces so he could stack them in the corner of his make shift house.

Setting the broken branches down, Sagen decided that he was going to try to find his way out of the never-ending woods.

Page had a compass and mad survival skills he'd learned from his dad, so as long as his friends had stayed together, he knew they would be fine. As selfish as it sounded, Sagen needed to worry about himself, and only himself.

He grabbed his pack off the ground, and threw in his water bottle, flint, and sticks in case he needed to camp out for the night. He shuddered at the thought.

Opening the fence, Sagen crawled out of his hole. He closed the fence carefully behind him, making sure there was no possible way for any harmful animals to get in.

Sagen hiked his backpack higher up on his shoulders, and set off into the maze of trees.

Time to find my way home, Sagen thought