Personal Narrative: The Hunger

We normally don’t like to hunt humans. As long as they don’t bug us we don’t bug them. But this was the worst winter that we have had in a long time. All of the smaller animals that we would normally eat either died, or they are hibernating. Even with our thick fur we get cold. During the blizzards it gets hard to see even with our great eyesight and keen sense of smell, the blizzard takes any trail of food that we have away from us. There is nothing left for us to eat. We try to distract ourselves from the hunger everyday by trying to climb the trees, or just finding little things to keep our mind off of the hunger.
Our pack leader died a few days ago from starvation, leaving me in charge. It isn’t an easy job, I always have to check on everyone to make sure everyone is still alive, because along with the hunger we are getting delusional, and there are a lot …show more content…
I don’t see anything in it, but I do see fresh tracks left from chickens around it. Frustrated, I go into the barn and I see a tall, skinny horse. We stare at each other for probably 5 minutes before I back out and tell the rest of the pack to not go in there for there is nothing for us there. We make our way over to the house, at first I smell nothing but then I take another sniff and then I smell all sorts of wonderful scents. I go to the front door while the four other wolves that I brought with me go to the windows. I start to claw at the door trying to get it open, the others start to howl, for they smell the food too. It’s so close, yet it seems so distant. Like it’s being handed to me but at the same time taken away. I know that the thing that will keep this pack, my pack alive, is right on the other side of this door. I scratch faster and faster, yet the door won’t budge. I eventually give up and inform the pack that we will come back tonight to try and find the chickens, for the sun is coming up and we don’t want to be