My name is Rain. I am a wolf without a pack.
Life without one is pretty lonely.
I live in a cave with my brother, Black. He's a great hunter, and has an amazing sense of smell, but a bad sense of hearing. For me, its the complete opposite. I have great hearing, but a terrible sense of smell.
Our parents once had a pack, but they ran away. Black didn't know the reason why, and I had no plan to tell him. There was no reason for him to know, and it was a burden I still wish I did not have. I would rather live out the rest of my life being ignorant to the secret.
Black was out hunting when I heard something from outside the cave. It wasn't Black; the footsteps were way too careful to be him.
I got to my paws and took a deep breath in. The thing outside was a wolf, but it did not completely smell like one. It had faint traces of human in it. Puzzled, I walked slowly to entrance and poked my head out. There was a misty white haze outside hanging over glistening white snow. Something made my fur prickle.
The first thing I saw were two green eyes. Then I realized the mist was not mist, but a shape. It had substance.
Massive white shoulders. I had to look up to get a good view at the head, and I did not even reach her shoulder. The wolf's fur was white and she had huge claws and teeth.
"Who are you?" I asked. My voice sounded small, even to me.
The wolf regarded me with a strange expression.
"Sorry, but you came to my cave," I said.
The wolf looked around. "It seems as though I have." She had a strange and very thick accent, which was very hard to understand. The accent sounded sort of like a human trying to speak wolf, and not exactly getting it right. Her voice was deep, too, and that made it all the more confusing to understand.
"Who are you?" I asked.
The wolf seemed to think. "Snow. Who are you?"
"Rain," I answered.
"Well, Rain. I seem to be stuck here for awhile, so can I stay here?"
"Can't you find someplace where there isn't already a wolf?" I asked. I didn't quite understand what she meant by stuck here. Did she mean the cave, the forest around the cave, or something entirely different? Something told me not to ask that question to the giant wolf. She looked dangerous, and I didn't want to provoke her. "My brother and I live here alone, and here's really not enough room for three wolves."
"Where is your brother?"
I turned back into my cave and sat by the entrance. "Hunting."
"Is he any good?"
"What's it to you?" I asked. About a second later, I could hear Black coming. "He's coming back, and he doesn't like other wolves. He's a bit territorial."
"Of his brother and a cave," Snow guessed.
"Of his food," I answered.
"I guess I'll go then." Snow turned, then she was gone. I know it sounds strange, but watching the white wolf leave was sort of saddening. She had been the only company that I had had in a long time, unless you counted Black, but all he wanted to talk about was hunting and fighting. That could really get annoying sometimes.
So I sat and waited for the growl that would surely mean that Black found Snow.
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on December 12th, 2010, 1:06:14 pm, edited 2 times in total.