Wild (An Inheritance Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: The Wolf Cub

The small group of wolves stalked through the forest undergrowth, scenting the prey they were hunting. It was a wild boar, more specifically a Nagra. There were about five of them, not a lot for a pack of Shrrg in the Beor Mountains. The war had really cut down there numbers, and they were being pushed further and further to the edge of the Beor’s.

The lead wolf suddenly stopped and looked back at the others. It growled in some intellectual language that only they could understand. Two of the back wolves pealed off from the group and went to the right. The other two went the other way, leaving the lead wolf by himself. The wolf knew it was dangerous to hunt Nagra with such small numbers, for the beasts were dangerous, but lack of food had forced it upon them, and with growing cubs they needed all the food they could find.

Once they were all in place the Shrrg stalked towards where the scent was coming from. It was injured, which was a huge bonus to the group of wolves.  They all moved forward as one, the lead wolf pounced from the bushes, scaring the pig. It squealed and started to run to the side, straight into two of the other wolfs.

The wolves were nearly as pig as the pig, probably slightly taller, yet the Nagra was almost twice as heavy. It swung its head at one of the wolf. It nimbly jumped out the way. The other Shrrg went straight for the pig’s injury, a large cut down its side. It was covered in the scent of an even larger creature.

The pig squealed in pain as the wolf latched on to the cut. The other wolf leapt at its throat with enough force to knock it over. It fell and they quickly subdued it. The other three wolves joined in and the pig went silent. The five wolves quickly gorged down their rather large meal, all the while looking out for any other potential threats. The lead wolf knew the cut had been done recently, and didn’t want to stay there long enough to find out what had made it.

Once the wolves had eaten there full they began to drag the carcass back to their den. The cubs would be well fed with the amount of meat still left on the creature. Besides, it was about time they had warm, fresh flesh.

The little barks and growls of there cubs were heard once they had neared the den. By the sounds of it they were fighting over some sought of meal, but that wasn’t right since this was the first reasonable catch they had had for a weeks.

The wolves dragged the carcass into the clearing to find the cubs already feasting on a dead rabbit. There were three of them in all; none were runts as that one had already died. They were around the size of a small medium sized dog. One of the wolves looked around for something, and spotted it.

There was one more cub, but this one was different from the others. It was sitting in a tree for one thing, it’s large tail dangling behind it and its emerald coloured wings drooping limply from its sides as it gorged itself on another kill. This time it was a bird, which was strange because not even the larger wolves could catch birds. It realised the others were back and growled in happiness. It leapt from its branch a glided down to the wolves.

A strange presence touched each of the wolves’ minds as the strange looking cub greeted them. It was slightly larger then the other cubs, another strange thing because it had only come out of its stone a week ago. The other cubs were nearly a month old.

It licked the blood of its green scales and peered through the wolves to see what they had brought. It yelped in joy and darted between the elder Shrrg’s legs to get at the boar. One of the other wolfs gently picked up the baby by its neck, stopping it from getting to the carcass before the others.