“It is days like today when you never want to wake from such a dream like today. Maybe tomorrow would come a promising day where you can dream of a promising reality. On the other hand, somehow someday someone will be more than just a dream to you one day. Every day is something new to you, because it is not the same breath, or the same heartbeat, or the rush of the oceans winds against your face right before you die. New days are the glorious days of your life because you finally woke up from a dream or a nightmare lying in bed, knowing that you have to start a new day. Regardless if you want To or Not the day has already started. It is up to you to choose, whether it will be a good day or a bad.” –Jamiana
The Waves on Edges End
I woke with a start as the sun barely rose over the trees of Hampachure Ville’s forest, stretching out my body, and yawning as I shook my tail off I moved towards father, and mother whom slept at the front of the pack. Looking down at the younger pups, and realizing I was free for the first morning on springs new Sun I happily bounced off deeper into Hampachure Forest. Scanning around with a lazy attempt into catch a small breakfast before seeking something bigger to take back to the clan, I moved stealthily through the small roots, which only my body could fit through, and accidently hook my dirty matted tail against the tree branch as I normally did on my lazy days. Grinding my teeth as I licked my tail after pulling myself out from the tree and its horrid branch of doom, I sniff the air. Something was not right.
The forest had been to quite from what I was normally use to, especially on a fresh Monday morning of the Springs new Sun. Not everyone gets to live to see this ya’kno? Turning back where the pack would be, I strained my eyes towards them to see if I heard them. When the small yapping of the pups pulled through with the breeze, I perked my ears, and I started trotting up towards the hill over the oceans sea. Jumping, and twisting, as I was the fastest in my tribe I moved skillfully through these known trails, and stopped when the smell of burnt wood caught my nose sending of off balance into a bush. What the hell?!?! Growling in my head, as I lowered my body against the ground of the bush, watched the huumains pulls, and push these weird objects from an even larger canoe. The Indians were friendlier with us, and had not bonded to us unless we willed them too. However, these new huumains are bad for the Indians, forest, and us as well.
My tail with its retarded mind of its own was standing above the bush and sway from side to side happily. I was not happy. Was I? What the hell am I so happy about? Then the scent hit me, I followed my nose to its gaze, and gazed at the ripe cooked large Deer that should have been my families breakfast. Still can be I thought happily, as I slowly, quietly moved towards the large meat. It would be too large to pull off on my own. I thought about going back for my twin, and brothers, however after watching that stupid fucking Huumain hatching a large piece from the meat, and stuffing his face, I could not take that chance. I would have to be careful while achieving this goal.
Just as I was close enough to nip it, my eyes always wondering from different faces as my mouth touched the thigh of the vision, and I yelped loudly backing away. It bit me back, and it was on fire! I whimpered, and tried again, this time pawing at it only to yelp once more, and jumping back. Now I was getting upset, it had not wanted me to eat it, but I needed this for my Pack. Growling I tried once more. My tail was now up and I was starting to get even more upset with the fucking food, and was just about fuck it, when someone grabbed my tail pulling me back away from the meat. I had completely forgotten about everyone else, and father would be so upset with me. That is if we live through this. Good point.
“Looky what we have here. A little pup with no name tag or collar.”
“Put it down Jag, it’s probably worm infested.”
Worm infested?! I got rid of those last week! Does he know I am a pre-teen fucking wolf?
Growling and trying to paw at his face as he held me up by my tail and looked me in the eyes. My ears lowered as I stared into a bright Golden eye and Pitch black one. Tilting my head to the side, I waited till he was close enough, and bit his nose. He screamed letting go of my tail, and grabbing his nose as I fell on my side. His comrade, whom was laughing his arse off, had not tried to grab me, so I grabbed the thickest large leg ripping it off, and running back into the woods after running under a woman’s dress that screamed. Dogs were sent after me. Therefore, I could not to back the way I came and put my family in danger, but I could keep running for long. All I knew is that I was not letting this leg go until I had enough space between me and them mutts.
