The Silver Wolf

Chapter 2 ~ 'Secret Lair'

I walked to my 'secret lair' thinking. Well I call it my secret lair, but it's really just the treehouse I used to live in. It's strange that I still live so close to my old home. Right by the woods it's in actually.

I thought about my parents' nickname for me.

Mink.

It's not even that different from my full name, Minka.

Nevertheless, I loved the nickname, despite the simplicity. I actually loved minks. Not many people would say minks are they're favorite animal. I'm not like many people though.

I love just about every animal though so minks were no exception. Maybe I just grew fond of the animal because if my name.

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When I got to the large tree with the old rope ladder, I looked up at my old treehouse.

I remembered helping gather wood for my brother and helping making vines into strong rope for the ladder.

The memories always flow through my mind when I come here, which is often.

I took a deep breath and was hit with the aroma of the woods I once called home. It cleared my head of the old memories and I began to climb.

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I finished climbing the ladder and pulled open the trap door to reveal the interior of the large treehouse.

When my brother had built this so large, I figured he would stay here too. Not just me.

But, I was wrong.

He left almost immediately after it was finished leaving me to fend for myself.

I looked around the familiar setting. It obviously had changed since I was five. I added a nice comfy chair and table next to one if the six Windows in the hexagon shaped treehouse.

Recent drawings sat on the table and a near full trashcan sat beside the table for rejected drawings and stories.

I looked around and saw all if my finished drawings hanging on the wall. Some of them were, well, hard to tell what thy were suppose to be.

The drawings showed my improvement over time. There were pictures that looked just like a bunch of scribbles. There were fantastical dragons and winged wolves. There were even a few, not many, drawings of people.

There were small bookshelves lining the walls as well. Some had stories I wrote while others were filled with my favorite novels. There was even a designated spot for naming books, thesauruses, dictionaries and other books to help my writing.

I went over to my chair and sat down throwing my backpack on the floor beside me. I unzipped the front pocket of my backpack and took out my tablet and book. I checked the time on my tablet.

5:00

I set an alarm for 6:45 as a reminder to leave. Then, I set my tablet down and reached for my book. I settled back in my chair and began to read.

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I read for thirty minutes straight, finishing six chapters and leaving five more. I unzipped the large pocket of my bag and pulled out my pencils, drawing paper, and notebooks. I spread them out on the table and chose to draw first.

I flipped through the pages until I landed on my drawing of a pack of wolves. I've been working on the drawing for months and could never get everything right.

I only had the outlines of three wolves, the faces blank. None of the eyes I would draw looked rigjt. Neither did the mouths.

The only detail in their faces were noses, which I had drawn the day before.

All they needed were faces. Then they would be done. Then I could add the rest of the pack.

I gave the eyes a shot once more:

Failure.

Then I add a mouth to one.

It was actually looked decent.

I left it an took a shot at the two. There weren't as good, but I decided to leave them anyways. This drawing had been taking me longer than I expected.

I started sketching a fourth Wolf, leaving the previous three eyeless.

The new wolf was smaller with larger paws that didn't quite seem to fit its body.

A pup.

I decided to make the pup sunbathing with its eyes closed. I didn't want to deal with having to draw eyes for a fourth wolf.

The sketch of the pup is done quickly o I begin to work on adding details, starting with erasing the guide lines. I started adding lines, texture, to the creature's fur. I gave it a nose and mouth, its tongue rolling from a wolfish grin.

After a while, the pup is looking pretty realistic. I enjoyed the pup and decide to write about it. Give it a back story.

I'll write about pretty much everything. Animals, people, nature, you name it. I really just followed my imagination and hoped it turned out good. Sometimes I'd plan something out, bit usually I just wrote what k thought.

I grabbed a notebook and flipped to a blank page, leaving room to continue a previous story before it.

I gave the pup a life similar to my own. It lost its parents when it was young. Its brother cared for it. Taught it how to live in the wild. Then,his brother was shot by a hunter, leaving the pup alone.

Without family and without a pack.

The pup wandered through the forest it called home. One day, it got attacked by a bobcat (why a bobcat, I don't know). The pup wasn't as strong as the creature, but continued to fight.
A large wolf then jumped out and distracted the bobcat. The pup lay wounded and dieing on the ground as the two animals fought.

The tablet blared to life, startling me and making me stop my story there. I glanced over at device and noticed the time.

6:45

It was the alarm. I hastily ended the alarm, annoyed by the sound, and began to pack my things up.

I shoved my tablet and book into my bag first, zipping the smaller pocket shut after them. Then I slipped my drawing pad into the other pocket. I was reluctant to close my notebook, wanting to continue writing. I stared at the page for a minute before marking the page with my pencil and gently closing it. I threw my notebook and pencils into my backpack and quickly zipped it up.

Standing, I slung the bag over my shoulders and made my way towards the trapdoor. I opened the door and headed down the ladder.

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Chapter 2! This chapter is actually a little over 1000 words. I hope you liked it. Also, is slung the right word to use? I didn't know when I wrote it and still don't. Yeah that's it. Please tell me what you think!

-Glorypup