Joen Klausen wandered the quiet white forest, sniffing the scents of elks and foxes. His brown coat matched the palette of his surroundings. His wispy blue eyes gazing at the scene. He only just recently left his tragedy of a home, his parents’ dead corpses lay behind his trail of bloody paw prints. He traveled to Maine Frosts’ Vista, the three mountains that had a blizzard remaining on them for centuries. That’s where he would be left alone forever, barely any life lived there anymore. He looked up at the white horizon, seeing the faint outlines of the giant hills.
Days, weeks past, he was so close now, so close to peace for the rest of his life. He ran upwards the steep slope of heavily packed snow. He just thought to himself as he could …show more content…
The currents bullied him from side to side, he slowed down and closed his eyes, smiling, his sharp teeth bared. The lone wolf soon found himself near the black rocks of the first mountain top, Maria. He dug the stinging snow farther in and fell in a small cave, enough for him to stretch out his limbs in comfort.
The brown wolf lay his head in between his paws, beginning to fall into a deep sleep. He was exhausted of non-stop walking for days on end. He slowly drifted into sleep, away from the whistling winds of the storm outside his icy …show more content…
You survived the blizzard, the others were close to death. So we save them. We didn’t find you, you found us.”
He looked at all of them bowing down again, their blood red eyes waiting for an order.
“I want revenge on the wolves who killed my parents.”
“Yes?”
“My old den is West from this mountain. Follow the trail that leads to thin trees, and you’ll see the corpses.” Joen stood tall. “Track down the murderous pack, I don’t care if it takes you a week. Return if the scents are too weak to smell, and I’ll hunt them myself.”
“Yes, alpha.”
The pack ran off, barking and growling. Joen stared at them until he could see them no more. He turned around to look at the rest of the citizens stare at them, tilting their heads.
“Your leader is dead. You will respect me, as you did with your previous one. I have no plans to threaten or kill any of you. You are all my pack mates.” His voice echoed through the caverns.
Silence covered the whole crowd of canines. A few yipped and wagged their tails. Joen smiled and took a deep breath in, a proud howl bloomed from his voice. Tens, hundreds, thousands of wolves joined to create a song. The pack of black wolves heard and howled. The valley was filled with the wolf
Days, weeks past, he was so close now, so close to peace for the rest of his life. He ran upwards the steep slope of heavily packed snow. He just thought to himself as he could …show more content…
The currents bullied him from side to side, he slowed down and closed his eyes, smiling, his sharp teeth bared. The lone wolf soon found himself near the black rocks of the first mountain top, Maria. He dug the stinging snow farther in and fell in a small cave, enough for him to stretch out his limbs in comfort.
The brown wolf lay his head in between his paws, beginning to fall into a deep sleep. He was exhausted of non-stop walking for days on end. He slowly drifted into sleep, away from the whistling winds of the storm outside his icy …show more content…
You survived the blizzard, the others were close to death. So we save them. We didn’t find you, you found us.”
He looked at all of them bowing down again, their blood red eyes waiting for an order.
“I want revenge on the wolves who killed my parents.”
“Yes?”
“My old den is West from this mountain. Follow the trail that leads to thin trees, and you’ll see the corpses.” Joen stood tall. “Track down the murderous pack, I don’t care if it takes you a week. Return if the scents are too weak to smell, and I’ll hunt them myself.”
“Yes, alpha.”
The pack ran off, barking and growling. Joen stared at them until he could see them no more. He turned around to look at the rest of the citizens stare at them, tilting their heads.
“Your leader is dead. You will respect me, as you did with your previous one. I have no plans to threaten or kill any of you. You are all my pack mates.” His voice echoed through the caverns.
Silence covered the whole crowd of canines. A few yipped and wagged their tails. Joen smiled and took a deep breath in, a proud howl bloomed from his voice. Tens, hundreds, thousands of wolves joined to create a song. The pack of black wolves heard and howled. The valley was filled with the wolf