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Lone Family Part 2 He lifts his nose high and sniffs the cool fall air, listening for the sound to come again. It does, and he homes in on it perfectly, being a very skill hunter. He is not hunting this time however, and what he hears is a short ways into the trees beside the dead deer. He enters the trees cautiously, and when he spots the wolf cub lying on her side alone, he is torn between confusion and that eternal question - fight or flight. Not fight the pup, but the family that must surely be nearby.
"Please help me..." the little wolf whimpers.
"Where is your pack?" he barks back, looking at her with his head moving side to side, scanning the forest.
"I don't know... we got seperated. I haven't eaten for days, and I think something in me is wrong."
"Wrong, are you sick? Wounded?"
"The Creatures hurt me with
Lone Family The wolf lifted his black muzzle as he sented his prey on the wind, stalking the lone deer. The wolf was a proud one, though he was just a lone wolf, seperated from his pack, disbanded from the pack life. He still missed it, yes, but he has learned to survive on his own, and to hunt without the help of family, always hunt, and keep the memories at bay. He marks no territory, as a lone wolf must always be on the move, and a pack, a family, would not hesitate because of one shamed member of a forgotten pack. He, in turn for permission into a pack's territory, hunts only his share, no more, though it is difficult to resist the thrill of a hunt, even if it is not a nesessity.
The grey wolf croutches, moving silently across the land on his black paws, his muzzle pointed towards his prey and the fur on his back high. He is a grey wolf, white and darker streaks of grey weaving through his warm fur, with his paws being black
The SecretI want the secret of loss,
How to avoid it,
Too only ever keep.
Well the secret,
Is that I can't,
No, I cannot keep.
I always loose.
When I make a friend,
I loose them before I get to know them,
And what I've come to realize,
Is that you never really know someone,
Until it's too late.
You don't see the pain,
Or the true inside of a person,
Until they've thrown themselves of a roof.
You don't see how the sorrow flows,
Until they've bled themselves out.
You don't realize how alone they feel,
Until they leave you alone.
You don't see them,
Until they're no longer there to see.
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