A Blue Rose

Wolves

Paige

I stretched my arms out as I woke up with a yawn. I took a deep breath. I breathed in that fresh, full, forest fragrance. Then, to only realize two very bad things have happened overnight. I looked through our hiking bags. Most of the breadsticks were gone! And even worse than that, I could barely smell the scent of the blue roses anymore. Or at least I sort of could, but it was much too faint. Keith woke up after. He seemed to be very well rested. "Did you eat most of our breadsticks?" I asked, sternly. "No! I was asleep the entire night. Wait, the breadsticks are missing?" exclaimed Keith. "Most of them, there are still some left. Some wild animals must've ate them while we were asleep. But worse than that, I can barely smell the scent of the blue roses anymore. We have to hurry before it wipes out completely. The wind probably blew most of it away," I replied. "Still, we have to keep going, no matter how hard it gets, or how little breadsticks we have." We packed up our sleeping bag, and set off once more. I tried to make out what I could out of the faint smell. We walked for about an hour more, and it was very difficult. My legs were worn out from all the hiking and my nose was worn out from all the smelling. Suddenly, I stopped. I couldn't smell the blue roses at all anymore! I was also very hungry. I spotted a raspberry bush and went over for a quick snack. Speaking of snacks, wasn't Keith suppose to alert me if he saw any berry bushes? I looked around. I couldn't see him anywhere! "Wolves!" I heard Keith shout. With no delay, I ran back in the area we were in before. I couldn't believe my eyes. Keith was standing right in front of a hungry pack of wolves. "Keith, don't move," I whispered. "Are you kidding, run!" screamed Keith. Surely enough that was a bad idea. Keith and I dashed, with the wolves on our tail. We raced around the endless trees. We didn't seem to lose the wolves at all! As we ran, Keith tripped on a tree root. I ran back to help him up, and then sprayed our water into the faces of the wolves so we'd get away. Unfortunately it takes more than a little water to make a run for it. We kept on racing away no matter in which direction but we could barely get any further. Suddenly, I saw a tree with low branches. Our escape. I signalled to Keith to climb up since we were both too tired to talk. As we climbed, we realized we had to lose weight, so we dropped our backpacks on the ground and scampered up. We got pretty far up the tree, and we did the wolves didn't seem interested in us anymore. They were interested in our backpacks that we dropped off. In fact, they found the breadsticks and some more. That explains the breadstick bandits! I got an idea. "Maybe we can tame these guys. See! They like the breadsticks! We can work with them!" I suggested. "Are you kidding?" exclaimed Keith, holding on to a tree branch as tight as he could. "No," I answered, and climbed down the tree. I approached the pack of wolves. They growled. I reached out for some of the breadsticks, and held them out to them. The wolves cautiously sniffed the breadsticks, and then ate them. I smiled. By the time Keith finally got over the coward in him, and climbed down from the tree, I already made some noble friends. I let the wolves sniff the blue roses. Maybe they could track down the scent for us! The alpha wolf pointed in the direction of which he could tell where that same smell was coming from. Then, he signalled to his pack to kneel down. "I think they want us to ride them!" I exclaimed, and hopped on without hesitation. Surely enough Keith did the same. Now, we were at an appropriate speed. We were finally on our way to victory! On our way to make things right.