Wolves with Wings(Wattys2015)

Chap. 19 End's story

(End's POV)

A fog had gotten between my friends and I, and for some odd reason I kept walking. I could clearly tell that I was lost yet something inside me said keep walking. I kept going the same way until suddenly, I ran into someone.

"Hey!" I barked angrily. It was Blizzard and I had run straight into his left side,

"What, it wasn't my fault!" Blizzard growled, turning to me.

"Yeah, it actually was!" I said, snarling. He backed off,

"I would love to fight you but right now we have to get to the others." Blizzard said, he started walking towards the North. I huffed solemnly and walked behind him, which was all I could do.

We walked many cloudings until it turned dark and it truly seemed the darkness was thick this night. I couldn't help but feel eary, or even a little scared. Asher had said that the enemy likes the dark, though I am not scared of the enemy. I was merely scared for the others,

"Hey, End." Blizzard snapped.

"What?" I asked with a bark.

"Was your pack a good pack?" he asked, which struck me.

"Well, yeah, I guess so." I mumbled.

"Why?" I continued.

"Oh, just wondering..." he said. I decided to tell him something fun to lighten the situation,

"They're was this time in the pack territory, when I was a pup." I started.

"I was ruff playing with my friends when a storm blew in." I added, Blizzard was clearly listening.

"The adults flew into the storm but I, for some reason went too."

"I guess I thought I was supposed to go to."

"But anyway, I could hardly fly and was flying lopsidedly." I laughed at the memory that recreated in my head. Blizzard smiled and charred me to continue.

"A lightning bolt streaked past me and I was so boomed with fright that I started falling."

"But my father grabbed me, taking me to safety." I finished. Blizzard grinned,

"Good story." he said finally.