I then realised that the crows would do anything i said. I immediately walked and hid suivant to the pack. A loup saw me and shouted:
"Its furor", Guards and Mantro walked out from the den. I smiled "Attack", the crows swooped down and started eating the loups alive. Matro looked at me shocked, then ran of, leaving his pack to die. I smiled and walked back the way i came. I walked up to a nearby lake and started to drink from it then i saw my reflection, it looked completely different from what i looked like. It was an older version of myself. I looked scruggy, but young. I looked ill and pale. I looked as if i had murdered everyone. I instantly snapped and attacked my reflection. Then i blinked and my normal reflection was back. I then realised that what i saw might be me, after all i was named furor for a reason. My parents told me that i was the key to insanity. And the cure os disruption. Whatever it ment, i was determined to avoid my future. No matter what i had to do.
I then ventured out into the wilderness, looking for reveran. After 2 nights of searching i gave up, and walked up to a tall cliff. I could see the whole valley. I performed a death howl for all the losses. Well par losses i mean my parents, not the pack. Then reveran came up behind me
"Are toi ready"? he sounded worried, i turned to him and replied
"ready for what"?
"Ready for war" he pointed at a large back heading towards the valley.
"We must defend our territory Furor. Even if toi killed our pack" I looked at him
"How di.."
"We must assemble whatever we have left" He interrupted, he then turned and walked of.
I looked at the enemy pack and howled, my crows surrounded me and the territory. I stood high and waited. I then remembered my reflection.
"Its true, im going to become a murderer" i gasped to myself. But then i realised i may be killing others, but i had to save my peoples lives to. I saw the loups come out of the trees. I howled to let everyone know. It was time.
"Its furor", Guards and Mantro walked out from the den. I smiled "Attack", the crows swooped down and started eating the loups alive. Matro looked at me shocked, then ran of, leaving his pack to die. I smiled and walked back the way i came. I walked up to a nearby lake and started to drink from it then i saw my reflection, it looked completely different from what i looked like. It was an older version of myself. I looked scruggy, but young. I looked ill and pale. I looked as if i had murdered everyone. I instantly snapped and attacked my reflection. Then i blinked and my normal reflection was back. I then realised that what i saw might be me, after all i was named furor for a reason. My parents told me that i was the key to insanity. And the cure os disruption. Whatever it ment, i was determined to avoid my future. No matter what i had to do.
I then ventured out into the wilderness, looking for reveran. After 2 nights of searching i gave up, and walked up to a tall cliff. I could see the whole valley. I performed a death howl for all the losses. Well par losses i mean my parents, not the pack. Then reveran came up behind me
"Are toi ready"? he sounded worried, i turned to him and replied
"ready for what"?
"Ready for war" he pointed at a large back heading towards the valley.
"We must defend our territory Furor. Even if toi killed our pack" I looked at him
"How di.."
"We must assemble whatever we have left" He interrupted, he then turned and walked of.
I looked at the enemy pack and howled, my crows surrounded me and the territory. I stood high and waited. I then remembered my reflection.
"Its true, im going to become a murderer" i gasped to myself. But then i realised i may be killing others, but i had to save my peoples lives to. I saw the loups come out of the trees. I howled to let everyone know. It was time.
Has tales to tell,
The legends and lore
He knows so well.
From survival and feasting
On the vast plain,
From blinding blizzards
And torrential rain.
They have seen it all
As the Indians have,
Almost extinct
As the buffalo calf.
Beautiful creatures
Who stand with pride,
Few do live
And most have died.
His last request
Is a howl at the moon,
Telling his brothers
We'll be extinct real soon.
If toi look into his eyes
toi will see a tear,
His howl he bellows
Is all toi will hear.
If mankind would stop
And try to save,
The loup would flourish
Again one day.
Let's save these beautiful
Mystical eyes,
To tell plus tales
That are so wise.
The eyes of the wolf
Has tales to tell,
His howl at the moon
We know so well.
I whine in disappointment of not being able to hunt with them because I'm still young.
"Very soon," begins my older brother sitting beside me, "you'll be out there leading the pack just like him and mother."
I know this is true but it seems so far away when I think about it.
My sister nuzzles me with her bière, stout nose to play a game with her.
My brother is amused and tells me to not think of hunting, but to live and enjoy my precious moments as a pup.
"You'll be a grown loup soon enough," he says.
Feeling a twitch of hope within my heart, I race after my sister and over the cold, powdery face of Mother Earth.
I tumble and roll within the flying flakes of Mother Earth's hair so white and clean, knowing that I will someday be a leader, a hunter, and a father of a pack all my own.