“Dad, I’m going out.” I called up the stairs of my house. After a short pause I heard my dad answer me so that I knew he heard me. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door. New snow had just fallen last night and I had been looking forward to going out to play all day. I had worked quickly to finish all my chores just for that reason. My usual play spot was a little ways away from the village so that nobody would bother me. I had a little bit of a complex when it came to others seeing me in my other form.
I came from a northern village in Canada that was very much secluded from the rest of the world. It was the way we liked it to keep the rest of the world away from our truth. If the world discovered that there was a tribe of wolves living peacefully in the wilderness I doubted we would continue to live peacefully. Wolves were strewn all around the globe living hidden from the rest of the world, we had found ways to work around humans so we could be part of society without revealing ourselves.
After a quick run I was in a clearing near the lake on our tribe’s land. It was a little close to the neighboring tribe’s land but we were friends so nothing would happen if I stepped over the boarder anyway. I shifted into my wolf, I saw my tiny paws below me. This is why I didn’t really want anyone seeing me when I shifted. I was so small for my age. My sister mocked me by calling me the runt of the family. Just because I was small did not make me the runt!
I opened up my backpack and pulled out my favorite toy. It was a colorful neon pull toy that sort of looked like a squid. My wolf was happy to play with it by tossing it, catching it, going to fetch it or just flailing it around by shaking my head. I was so lost in my games I accidentally tossed my toy too far.
I don’t know how I was dumb enough to do it but I managed to throw my toy across the pond into the center of the icy ground. I was standing on the shore considering whether or not I wanted to go get it. After minimal consideration for the risks I started walking out on the lake. After all I was so small and light in my wolf form that I doubted that I would fall in. I jogged onto the ice and was pleased with myself when I reached my toy with no issue. I bent my head to pick up the toy in my mouth when I heard a tremendous growl behind me. I turned around assuming it was going to be my father angry at me for going out on the ice. I was horrified to see that it wasn’t my father. “Amarok....”
My thoughts went to a story my father told me when I was young about Amarok the wolf. He was not like our people because he couldn’t shape shift. He was solely a wolf that wandered the woods around our village to punish people that went out alone into the woods. It was meant as a scary story to frighten me into not going out alone when I was a child. It obviously wasn’t true. Yet, seeing this wolf I was certain that this humongous thing was none other than Amarok.
Get off the ice! A deep voice entered my mind making me shudder. It felt warm at the same time though. It made my wolf purr. I was too busy thinking of how good he sounded that I didn’t move. Which in turn made him yell it even louder telling me to get off the ice. It sounded like he was seconds away from coming out onto the ice to get me so I ran to him with my toy dangling from my mouth.
Just as I was coming up on the beach I tripped over some of the ice that was uneven. I tumbled towards him landing right in front of his massive paws. I looked up at him thinking it was funny that I had tripped. This stranger wolf just bent down and picked me up with his mouth. I whimpered not wanted to leave my backpack behind. The wolf’s head turned and I saw another wolf picking up my bag.
So the theory of this wolf being Amarok is completely thrown out the window now. The mythical Amarok was a lone hunter. He wouldn’t have a companion wolf with him. It just made me all the more curious to figure out who this stranger was. Or where he was taking me for that matter.