Mysterious Wolves of the Forest

Deja Vu Dream

There was a small pup wading in the forest stream, which was almost frozen, its fur was drenched in blood. It was washing the blood off the best it could so after it could hide easily from the things that had killed its family and the bloodhounds that were helping the strange two-legged things, which were obviously humans. That day had been full of agony and now it felt like there was a hole in her and her stomach was in a knot. The hole was too big and could never be filled. How would she live now? Without family, no one to provide or care for her. Well she wouldn't, she'd just die of starvation or be killed by some other predator. She continued to wash off the blood being careful not to make a splash that might attract any unwanted attention. Wait... how did I know that? How do I know what this pathetic pup is feeling and thinking? I'm just... I looked at my transparent body.

After she had washed off all the blood, she continued to walk beside the stream. Her nose was almost touching the ground and her tail was being dragged along the dirt. Then she heard a bush rustle behind her. She froze, paralyzed by fear. This pathetic pup won't be able to survive even one night. Then a blood hound jumped out of the bush and came charging out at her baring its teeth, snarling. Like I said, she can't survive. Not knowing what to do she ran as fast as she could. I shrugged, that bloodhound will get her without a doubt. The stupid pup doesn't even know the first thing about survival when being hunted. I ran after her going through trees and plants. She didn't dare look behind her to see if that ugly hound was on her heels, mainly because she already knew he was. She could feel his warm breath and his saliva. It seemed like an hour of swerving through the trees, then she suddenly fell into a hole. The bloodhound didn't seem notice and just went on bellowing in its low howl. I scoffed, she got lucky. The little wolf sat there for a while, she was hurt, tired, her muscles were sore and she was out of breath, and she was uncontrollably shaking in fear. Where are those thoughts coming from! She was glad that she fell into the hole because she never could run for a long time and she obviously wasn't very fast, she had always last place in a race with my siblings. Okay this is getting REALLY annoying. After a while she had mustered up enough courage and stood up but then quickly yelped in pain realizing that she had sprained her ankle. Come you can do it, she thought trying to encourage herself. And then stood up leaning on her good legs then tried to limp out of the hole. Man, this is harder than I thought it would be, and then hauled herself out of the small hole. I continued on walking and began to drift away from the stream, after some time I noticed the stream was not in sight or in ear shot. I started to think that it was better because the blood hounds and could probably easily catch me from there like it had almost happened. So I just walked on through the night I had sometimes heard the hound's howl thinking they had caught my trail. But the bloodhounds noses were off and they never caught up to me after the incident with the other one.

I tried to think positive but it was hard after what I saw and had to do. so to help me think positive I did what my mother had taught me to do when I was having a really bad day and began to look around me at the tall trees and ferns around me and tried to count as many blessings as I could, as I did my thoughts began to drift to the days when I played with my siblings in my favorite part of the forest, a very dense part of Birches. I began to smile at the thought of my siblings and me in the forest running around playing their favorite game. And my parents licking my wound from a rough, play fight. I walked on forgetting all the difficult things I was going through right now. I could hear it all happening and see it in the forest around me. I looked at the trees seeing the beautiful green leaves and pine needles. But then a tear came knowing those days were over and there were no more siblings to play with or parents to to teach me wrong from right. I walked through the night in the forest under cover of the ferns. I began to wonder how I would survive I didn't know how to hunt or get my own food. It had always been done for me. I was now on the edge of a cliff. I saw the moon and couldn't help but in my beautiful howl, howl a song of sorrow and loss.

my parents are gone,

from the murderous dogs

And I sing in fear

this sad song

My brothers and sisters

had tried to fight

Tried to fight against them

With all their might

But now I lay alone

in this cold frosty eve

With no brother to lean on

No point to achieve

With memories in the tears

of my beautiful blue eyes

I sing this song

in hope I won't die.

My heart churns at the sight of man

I try to avoid it as much as I can

But those churns turned to thorns

Convincing me to have sworn

That the blood laid at my mother's feet

And the eyes of my brother's sad defeat

Will be avenged by the one the man did not kill

And the thought of revenge my heart would fill

To see the man down on his knees as of his kind

To see his eyes as frightened as mine

The song ended in a vengeance and unforgiving feeling. Something had happened. I was no longer that happy and hopeful pup my family had hoped to see me. My heart and muscles turned to steel and I was no longer weak and tired, but strong and could run and fight for a long time I also knew how to fight and many other things. It's time to throughout all of the silly memories of playing in the forest and start to do what it will take to fulfil my vow, I thought bitterly and then I howled a threat to the two-legged things and the then without another thought turned and ran into the forest pacing myself for had a long journey.

When it was about the middle of the night I had found a cave it was hard to find because it was well hidden it would definitely give me good shelter and a warm place to sleep, but couldn't decide if I wanted to go in it to go to sleep. Well I haven't heard the hounds for at least 2 hours, maybe they gave up the search, I thought then just to be sure I sniffed the air I could smell them but barely plus a scent of wolf and blood, which I thought was my imagination, and then went inside and found nice place to curl up in a ball and go to sleep. What I didn't notice though was the scent of a bloodhound and a evil creature of death with it.