Three days... three days I'd been running, walking ,hunting and sleeping but yet I wish I was home. But I know there's no going back they all hate me so what's the point they'd just treat me worse than before. I just had I keep putting one foot in front of the other . Thankfully I haven't ran into any rogues yet. I'd rather run into a pack , maybe they'd take me in welcome me with open arms....or maybe they're all the same. Maybe I'll just end up with a pack worse than my own. Oh well I just have to keep my head up. I walked through the woods being as quit as possible when I hear foot steps. It was a den mother carrying a pup. I whimpered., I knew why they were out here . When a pup is unwanted they are taken out side of the territory and left for dead. After she left I went in search of the poor pup. I soon found it by the river fast asleep it must have been five months old. Young enough to be carried but old enough to eat meat. I smiled to myself and picked the pup up. I was always a sucker for the runts. I would raise him on my own. At least then I won't be alone while I'm out hear. He was so small I was afraid I would break him. No wonder he was so tiny he was just skin and bones. All he needs is a little love and care and he will be good as new. Now all I needed was a den , I was in unmarked territory so I could just claim it for my self . At least now I'll have another person to love me . So as I searched for the perfect home I wagged my tail happy of how good it's gone so far... I guess I know how to jinx myself.
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In The Night
Short StoryFrom a young age Storm had always been picked on by her pack the smallest and the weak link in their eyes. The only thing she is good for is watching the pups while everyone hunts . Little did they know she is so strong and brave. And even though th...
