Chapter 1: Lone Wolf
The pack were hunting for their prey one night. Starving wolves howling into the night sky, but there was one in particular that didn't follow suit. A soft black, bushy tailed wolf had not been paying attention. Instead, it took matters into its own paws, pouncing at the grass ahead of it. If it had only realised it was left alone. The pack was gone. It had been left behind. Whatever will it do?
That's when it realised what was going on. Searching its surroundings for any sight of its family, but to no avail, they were not to be found. The poor wolf let out a small cry, wishing it had been paying attention. Wishing it never left itself to its own devices. That's when it heard something. Hunters. It had to run. Run far into the forest of what it called home and find somewhere to hide. The footsteps and gunshots getting closer now. It ran and ran for what felt like hours. Until it all stopped, the hunters had left.
Panting, the tired and lonely wolf decided to rest upon a nearby tree and sleep for the rest of the night. Closing its eyes, taking in the last of the moonlit sky, before drifting off into dreamland.
Hours had passed by and the wolf was still not awake. Maybe it was just really tired? Or maybe it was battling a terrible, horrifying nightmare. That of what you would only see in your deepest of darkest secrets and fears, some that you don't even know of yet.
Rolling around on the grass, almost making a low purring sound, the wolf was whimpering in its slumber. It seemed scared of something. What was it scared of? Whilst making an almost running like motion in its sleep, it slowly woke up. For what felt like days, the wolf finally woke up
Wanting to move forward into the late hours of the morning, it got up, though only to be stopped by a log that may have been placed there when it was sleeping. It growled, looking grumpy, then it went and leaped over the log. Hating that what had happened just then made it feel a bad emotion, it knew its day wasn't going to be great. Seeing the shining bright sun before its eyes, it quickly turned away. It didn't like brightness, and although it was normal for a wolf, it didn't like loud noises either. Trying to stay focused on the task at hand, it quickly shook its head, trying to shake away the persisting thoughts running through its mind.
It was crouching down low to the ground, trying to stay clear of all the things going on. The wind blowing, the leaves rustling, the birds chirping. There was too much going on, too much that the little wolf couldn't handle it, but it had to move on. It carried on, slowly making its way through the forest, trying not to get distracted at every thought and every thing it found fascinating.
It needed to make its way back home. It missed its pack, its family. One way or another it would make its way back. It didn't like being far away from the family. It dreaded this moment. It wished it didn't happen, it was scared of what was to come. It wanted out. It wanted home, the pack and for everything to just be normal again.
