The savage wild

7. The northern wolf pack

To the side you see how I envision Shivani and Convel playing hihi :) enjoy and thx for the comments and likes! I dedicated this to Wolfhearted because she is an amazing fan! thanxxx<33 enjoy! 

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The next few years proceeded in much the same fashion. At the times I slept I went to Selene, who taught me about human life, math, philosophy, art, history and so on. She even insisted on teaching me different languages. What is the use of Spanish, anyway? But she was the teacher and I had no choice but to do what she wanted me to do. Secretly I liked the lessons, but it was too much fun to annoy Selene. 

“I do not understand how those human teachers are able to teach a whole bunch of kids anything if they are as annoying as you!”  Selene said desperately at one of those times. Instead of doing my homework, I had been chasing some squirrel in the trees surrounding the meadow. The thing had been annoying, so I made a trap to capture it. I had put a nut underneath a cage disguised as some leaves and branches. The stupid thing had actually fallen for it, but then he broke the cage. So I chased after him, when Selene had come back from wherever she went. It all would have been funny, except for the fact that I got more homework and the squirrel kept laughing at me from a safe distance. Really. I hated squirrels. 

Back home, I would venture out with Daciana or the other three little ones. We became a very efficient pack. The psychic bond kept astounding me, but hunting had never been so easy, so in sync. As a result, we weren’t hungry as often as before. I still held a little fear for the famine, as the limp body of my little brother wolf kept flashing through my mind. I knew it was life, but life was sometimes hard to accept. 

Another asset was that I now was fully capable of moving my body smoothly. There was no more awkwardness and I was even stealthier than Daciana or the snake, which was said to be the stealthiest of predators. My strength also grew and grew, as did my cunningness. I was no longer the pup I had been at my parents’ house, but I still knew that I was far from my full capacity. I had, after all, still the body of a not yet fully grown wolf, while my siblings had reached adulthood a long time ago. They often mocked me about it and I mocked them right back that, young body or not, I was still stronger than they were. 

So the days went by in a carefree fashion and except for the nightmares I sometimes had of my family, the bite of vengeance had worn off a little. Patience replaced the feeling. I knew that when the time came for revenge, I would never hesitate to wreck it. 

On one of those carefree days, as we all lay together in the grass near a stream which reminded me of the first day I met Daciana, I asked her about the smell of the other wolf I’d smelled when I first arrived. 

“Ah, yes. That would be my mate,” Daciana answered sadly. “He went away to hunt, but never returned. Two weeks later the famine hit and when I was searching far away for prey, I found him.” I nudged my nose against her neck. “He was dead. Some other predator had killed him when he got too close to their territory.” She softly bit me in my paw; I licked her against her snout. “Don’t worry; you guys saved me from the sorrow. The Law took him, so I have no regrets.”

I growled softly, knowing that that justice hadn’t been given to my own family. I still missed them desperately. Luckily, the wolves that surrounded me were able to chase some of the horror away, as was Selene. Yet it remained to be something that was almost a part of me. I don’t think I will ever be able to completely forget about what happened that night, nor do I want to. Forgetting is like betrayal, because they gave me the best three years of my life. Notwithstanding the horror, there was always love in that little circle of life at home. There had always been joy and laughter. I had always felt warm and cherished.