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CHAPTER 25: The Father and the Son

Dirt kicked up beneath his feet as he ran, trees became a blend of greens and browns. The air was crisp and cool as it ran through his fur. He stopped and sniffed the air. It differed from home, where it smelt of ice and snow, peat and smoke. The air here smelt warm and damp, of fresh grass and the river. He lifted his head and howled. His brothers and sisters answered back. One brother was close by, amongst the pack of men they’d traveled south with. His other brother and two sisters were north. They traveled closer by the day, but still they were too far. 

Something rustled in the branches and leaves. He sniffed the air. Prey. He could smell the hot blood, the fresh meat. Hunger sunk its claws into his belly. He wove in and out through the bramble and brushes, stalking silently towards the noise. Leaves reached out, sticking to his white fur. Though it was dark, he could see the doe just ahead. It was clear as ever. He crouched low to the ground, prepared to pounce, when the doe lifted her head. Her gaze snapped to the east before it bounded away.

He huffed. Slaver pooled in his mouth. So close. Curiosity got the better of him. Instead of chasing after his meal he stood and listened for what had spooked the doe. In the distance, in the opposite direction of his man pack, he heard clanging and shouts. Man sounds. But these weren’t men he knew. He headed off towards the sound and did not travel far before the lights of cook fires spotted the horizon. Another pack of men had put up their strange cloth dens. He sniffed the air. These men did not smell like his pack. He crept closer through the bramble. The sharp sticks men used like claws glinted in the air, as well as the metal skins they dressed themselves in. Strange cloths hung in the air, beasts he did not recognize.

A howl echoed in the distance. Brother. The sky took on a strange tint as the sun rose. He turned tail on the strange men and sped off towards his man pack.

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