The Spirit of the Black Wolf

Hey guys, this is one of my first stories. I wrote this one a few years back. The begining may start off a little slow at first, but it'll get better. It's written with a few flashbacks now and then. I'm new to wattpad, so I'm just getting the hang of all this. So bare with me please :)

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When I gaze into his eyes, I don't only see strength, but I also sense fear. Something is strange about this individual and the way he stares at me is just... I don't know. I guess I'm concerned. Maybe.

It's unworldly when I see him all on his own. Where's his pack? He's not like any other wolf I've seen. Usually any other wolf that comes in contact with human would turn in the opposite direction almost instantly. Wolves don't like us humans. But this one; he's different. I haven't come more than five feet from him before he took off. I noticed this all yesterday.

I lean adjacent to this tree, resting my head back to the jagged bark. It makes my back ache, but that's not the major pain here. The starts are even brighter tonight. I see the big dipper, just sailing the atmosphere. The moon hidden behind a haze of clouds, glows fury. Very perturbed it seems, as if it is annoyed of the clouds shielding its vision of earth: memories. That's what this scenerio is like. It frustrates me when all the memories of my past interfere with the reality of life. Even though you hope for the clouds to disappear, they'll always be around. Maybe not completely, but very vivid.

The air surrounds me, making goose bumps arise on the surface of my arms. I rip my hoody off from around my waist, and directly slip it on over my head. The wind whispers to the trees as they dance their way through the night. My stomach rumbles, and then I remember my bag. I draw out a beef stick and tear off a huge piece, munching it swiftly and waiting for it to slide down my throat.

He returns. The familiar wolf returns. I know this because I hear steady panting from the woods near by. The moon shines a clear path in my area where I see him walk a feet feet towards me. Another foot he inches and is then laying on his belly; feet extended out in front. He sniffs the air, wiggling his black muzzle in my direction. He's famished. I haven't seen many animals out here but the basics of squirrels, birds, and a rabbit or two. Maybe deer, if you're lucky enough to spot one. How could you expect this single wolf to hunt these animals, on his own and all. He crawls a bit closer. His head tilts a bit, as if he knew. "Are you hungry? Me too." My words don't scare him off. The tone of my voice is calm. I tear a piece off the beef stick and extend my hand out. Letting the meat settle loosely into the palm of my bitter cold hand. He doesn't move. I then toss it out a few feet in front of me. He looks at me; then at the piece of meat, and up at me again. "It's okay. You can have it." I sooth my voice for him. Gradually he eases up on all four and carefully moves his body closer. He finally snatches it up in his mouth. Instead of eating it, he comes over to me, and drops the piece, and backs up. So if he's not hungry, why is he here?

I don't fear this wolf nor does he fear me. My water bottle in my bag was half gone, so I took two mouthfuls. It's good to ration the food supplies if you know that's all you get. As for me, I don't know how long I'll be out here. Hopefully not for long. This wasn't even an expected trip.