White Wolf

chapter 2

It was a slightly cold breezy almost windy day as Snow laid half in and half out of his shelter. He watched brancen who was asleep on the ground. At a year and a half he was very fine for a wolf, muscular, tall, but still lean and fur still pure white. He sighed closing his eyes as he heard footsteps and Bracen got up and snarled.

"Ha you old rug this is your lucky day" Michael said.

Snow looked at the long stick Michael was holding, watching as Michael pointed it at Brancen. The stick banged causing Snow to panic. He wasn't used to such loud noises.

"Brancen what was that?" Snow asked looking at brancen confused. "Brancen?"

Brancen laid still, not moving. Michael laid the stick on the fence and pulled Brancen out and into the shed.

That was the last time Snow saw Brancen. He snarled at Michael as he walked by him to go up to the house. Snow called Brancen, but never saw him again. He was deeply saddened when Kallie came home from school. She saw Brance's empty pen and started crying. Snow whined and was so concerned about her he didnt see Michael walk down.

"Hun, he was a old wolf. He lost his prime." He said placing his head on her shoulder.

Kallie nodded and got up and went with Michael back to the house.

I was truly alone. There was no one here that would ever understand me again, not the way Brancen did.

That night when Kallie came out all she did was cry. Snow laid curled protectively around her, feeling the same sadness she did.