Background chapter: ghost

I don’t remember much from when I was born, or anything from before then, except that an old lone wolf found me shivering by a river, as he would later tell me. This older wolf taught me how to hunt and survive, luckily I was born as a beast and not just an animal, meaning, among other things, I could digest meat from birth and did not require milk. In my second snow, as the older wolf described it, he became I’ll. With me being as young as I was, I could do nothing to help him, except watch as he miserably suffered and ultimately died.

After his death I was forced to take care of myself a lot more, I no longer had his help when it came to hunting, or anything else for that matter. One day, while the flowers were in bloom, I wondered onto the territory of another lone wolf, as I had no territory of my own I disregarded it. The other wolf didn’t feel the same way; she attacked me, trying to drive me off her territory. After a long fight I had come out as victorious. After that day the lone wolf became submissive to me, and would even help me in hunting. With her help we were both able to eat more. One night, while the leaves were falling, she talked about how grateful she was to me, that she wouldn’t be able to eat this much on her own. She is great partner; I remember thinking to myself that night.

The next morning we came across a male wolf, around 4 years old, while I was 3 at the time, who had recently been kicked out of his pack and was searching for a new pack to join. After a brief conflict he was settled at the bottom of the pack, and with this I had officially become the leader of my own pack.

Two snows latter my pack numbered 7 with the first litter of cubs being expected when the flowers bloom next from the first two that had joined my pack. It was an average day in the middle of the snow season, trying to find the few animals, and occasional beast or other creature; we could to scrape by till all the hibernating animals and creatures woke up. But on this day something unexpected happened, a bear like creature attacked us. It stood on its hind paws and swiped hard at one of my pack. He managed to narrowly dodge the swipe before looking to me. I growled a response and all 7 of us started to circle the beast. After a hard fought battle we managed to kill it, ensuring our survival this snow, but not without loses, our oldest member, in his ninth snow, took a claw to the side. It was wound he would not be able to recover from, and he knew that. He charged at the beast with reckless abandon and viciously attacked it without care for the wounds he received, he knew he was going to die anyway, the only question was when. This allowed the rest of us to kill the beast while it was preoccupied. We feasted on its meat for the rest of the snow.

The cubs were born without a hitch, and my pack, my family, was happy. We hunted our fill, challenging stronger beasts as they tasted better. We could finally stop thinking about surviving, and start thinking about thriving. We had a couple run-ins with other packs, but those went over smoothly and for the most part without incident, for my pack at least.

Unfortunately it didn’t last. One night, after the leaves fell from the trees twice since the first cubs were born, my pack was resting after hunting a group of green skinned creatures that walked on two paws. I was sleepy from eating my fill when the rest of my pack got to their paws; naturally I got to my paws as well thinking that the others noticed something I didn’t. Then they attacked me, at first I thought they just wanted to play around, but then I realized that they had their claws out. I tried to avoid killing them, but when I wounded them they only attacked me harder, my only solace was that they would also wound each other while going berserk. In the end I obtained several small scratches, enough to be an annoyance during hunting. I look around for the young, finding them all dead, having died in the fighting.

I was a lone wolf again, I thought back to the vague memory of the one who taught me how to hunt with certain sadness. Prey started being easily spooked, making harder for me to get an easy meal, and preventing me from eating some days, which would only make it harder to get food the next day. And with the snow rapidly approaching prey was getting harder and harder to find. I was slowly starving, come mid snow I could barely walk, much less run. A creature appeared in front of me; they walked on their hind paws and had a strange colorful fur, which made me think that they are poisonous. They talked on about how they tried to kill me by depriving of food and were now going to send me into a dungeon where I would surly die. Luckily I managed to get some food from a creature that looks similar to the one that tried to kill me, after that I decided to follow him for a while, and I saw that he was strong, able to hunt creatures I needed my whole pack to hunt on his own. It was then that I decided to really become part of his pack.

End background chapter ghost

i am sorry for taking so long for this update, i was depressed and didn't want to do anything. i'm fine now you might see me write a bit more.