We were trying to protect ourselves but it didn't work. They kept thrashing and pouncing and then, as we were running, we forgot the unconscious wolf. We made it back to the main pack. I told the head wolf I was going back. He told me something but I didn't hear. I rushed over to where we were when we were hunting. It was hard to spot him but I finally did. When I got to him he was still breathing. Still breathing for like almost an hour. I quickly dragged him but halfway there, he died. He didn't move or anything. He was just dead all of a sudden. I kept dragging him until we go to the main pack. I told the head wolf what had happen and she said it was unlikely for him to survive. I should've known we were on behind lines. I should've known. This wolf died because of me, all because of me.
The day was awful. The pack was only down to 37 from 213 wolves. The food is no longer. We starve to death. Our head wolf wouldn't let us go back to where we were. To where the wolves came out of nowhere. Behind the lines.
I wasn't expecting to survive. After the last few wolves,including the head wolf, have died off, I was still alive. Still breathing still functioning. I was alive.
But no one else was. No one. Just me all alone, all alone. Because of one person mis-understood. I still keep asking myself these questions in my head. Why?
