The Story (Cannon?)

.The story.

Brutus POV:

I was alive, again. I could feel the wind in my fur, my muscles move. It was a nice feeling, and it was good to be back but one thing that lingered at the back of my mind was my son. Crime. I just want to see that's he's ok, if he's alive that is, and tell him what really happend. Tell him that I don't hate him, I just hope he doesn't hate me.

It wasn't long before I caught a familiar scent. I instantly got excited, thinking I'll be able to see my son again, be the father I never was. I sprinted through the forest following the scent until I got to a clearing. There he was next to the cliff side, it had to be him, the silver fur was a  complete match. As I glanced to the side I saw another wolf, with light brown fur. She had her head resting on his shoulder as he kissed her forehead. He has a girlfriend. Jealously hit me like a speeding train. I was not going to have this 'pretty princess' take my son from me. I ran to my old den, picking up my old pistol and loading it.

I went back over to the clearing and there she was, alone. Made my job alot easier. I grabbed a rock off the ground, throwing it at the tree next to me. The wolves ears twitched as she turned around. Her eyes widened as a bullet hit into her chest as she feel of the side of the cliff. A few seconds later I heard a loud thud.

But I did something really stupid. I let her see my face.