Jay {wolf fiction}

Chappie 1

Chapter one

'The mutt'

>Jay's POV<

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My mind is riddled with peculiar flashbacks from nights I don't remember, I'm trying to figure it out right this minute like a puzzle that doesn't seem to fit the way I want it to. I guess that's what thoughts are for, to riddle you so you can keep thinking about them until you give up and your brain gives you a new topic to figure out. The flashbacks are merely just bright colours of pelts of animals I don't remember, red ones...wait no it's Amber it's just covered in red...blood? Surely not. My mind is clearly giving me a hard time probably due to all the snow that falls elegantly around me.

I slip my mind away from the flashbacks and focus on the beautifully patterned, flecks of pure crystallised water that drops onto my nose. I don't move my head so that it doesn't fall of and instead enjoy the view as it melts away miraculously on my soft nose.

"Hey runt! Actually move along and don't just stroll around looking around like a baby badger!" A gruff voice snarls impatiently. I jerk my head up to the addressing sound, and twitch my ears back in embarrassment as the large black, male rogue glares at me with precarious hunger in his bloodshot eyes.
"Sorry Darkmoor" I mumble shallowly and flex my paws bashfully on the soft snow. The crisp, frigid ground pierces my bare pads like thorns from a rose, even my nose has been numbed from the cold snowflake that melted away.
"I told ya Darkmoor, we should've killed him in the first place! He's just slowing us down!" The black pelted rogue behind me sneers irritable.
"Why don't we eat him now, it'll save us a whole load of hunting!" The other grey pelted wolf hisses. He lowers his haunches and raises his ragged, grey tail up slightly into an attacking position. I take step forward nearer Darkmoor, as much as he hates me, he wouldn't let the two rogues hurt me, he couldn't.

"Those are both stupid ideas" Darkmoor growls deeply, silencing his two followers instantly like an Alpha. He turns around and faces me with his blood-like eyes cutting into my consciousness and into my fur.
"This mutt is useful" he swings his battered tail around and cuffs it around my face, making the fur on my pelt tingle in alarm. His scarred face is covered with gashes and scars and there's a bald patch at his jaw that mark the many times he's been in fights, the hatred and galled visage in his sharp eyes show the many times he's been rejected.
"Yea useful for scaring of prey" the black one mutters wryly.
Darkmoor lifts his stare up slightly and looks at the rogue maliciously.
"Raven if you mock my decisions as your leader than I suggests you run as fast as you can before I snap your legs like a twig" Darkmoor snarls indemnifying, Raven lowers his head fretfully and his torn ear rest on his head resentfully.
"You too Scar" he growls at the grey one, Scar scoffs under his breath and looks at the frosted ground with his scarred amber eyes. Darkmoor turns around and carries on moving scornfully through the brumal landscape.

The dull sky makes no effort to generate some warmth for the grounds bellow and instead sends sullen clouds to cover itself up in shame of its selfish nature. The bare trees limbs rattle and burdens of snow fall of and land gelidly on the already-snow-covered land. I pant regarding the nipping coldness, my own limbs start to rattle as they weaken in the cutting frost. I try and take long, sturdy steps but there's a blasting wind of cutting air that numbs my face up, my light grey pelt is incapable of insulating me from the bitter coldness.

"Hurry up runt" Raven growls lowly beside my haunches and nudges me harshly through the thick snow. I stumble, clumsily on my footing and trip over my own feet and I find myself skidding across the glacial snow on my stomach and halt abruptly in front of some black, clawed paws. Too scared of looking up, I bury my muzzle and features underneath a layer of raw snow.
"Get up!" A rough growl orders. I ignore it and instead close my eyes and shuffle my
limbs into a comfortable laying position, ignoring the cutting sensation of the frosted snow.
"I said get up!" A large paw thrusts my body across the bare grounds and I hit a nearby tree with a thump. I'm too dazed to know exactly what just happened, I lift myself up weakly and shake my fur so the specks of snow fly off my light grey pelt. I tilt my head upwards and and see Darkmoor pinning me down with his furious stare from above. I flatten my ears down and my fur raises on my back in fear.
"When I order you to do something, you do it!" He spits viscously at my face, I furrow my eyes and curl my lip into a snarl.