Each Day Gone By
12-01-2016, 09:39 PM
The boy did well with hiding from dangerous wolves, as his mother taught him years ago. Though she had made him believe that others would hate him for his oddity and try and run him off or kill him and he thought every word true. On the other hand, he was never taught to hunt properly or heal, or do anything to survive, and he was not very skilled in doing any of this. He was getting by, surviving on whatever he could find but he may have never known what a full belly felt like. He had himself a tiny little den, dug under the roots of one of these trees and he had considered this home. He rarely saw another wolf come by but of course today was one of those odd days off. Curled into his little den, he spotted a young woman stop in her tracks just in front of his hidden den and lay down right in his view. He was curled just perfectly so that he looked like nothing but a ball of black fur, his fluorescent colors hiding under the roots and dirt, but his bright red eyes were shining off his pelt. He lay his ears back in horror, hopping that this other creature would not spot him. He wouldn't be able to move anyway, she would really see him! |
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