Prologue

All I really remember is being alone. All alone. My earliest memory is the feel of my mothers soft fur, and they crys of my littermates. I rememebr that awful day, the day the hunters took my mother away from us. We sat huddled in a hollow log until they left. That memory still haunts me no matter how hard I try to shake it away. I taught myself alot of what I know, such as how to find shelter, avoid preadators, hunt, swim and fight. I go where I wish, except into the pack's camp. There is two of them, their territorys dividing the forest. I've watched them sometimes, but never approached. I never will. I sometimes wish I wasn't alone, but those times are rare. Those are the times I watch the packs. I'm pretty sure I'll always be alone. I think.

Moon One

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Chapter 1

I walked through the forest, making sure my paw steps landed silently. Soft and silent. Soft and silent. The mouse was still in my view, and I readied myself to pounce. I was just about to spring forward when a bird called a warning call and the mouse darted into a hole. "Tree rot!" I glanced around to see what the bird had screeched about and soon my eyes rested on a young bobcat. I glared at it and it looked at me sheepisly before racing away into the undergrowth. I sighed, and began to sniff the air. I soon picked up the scent of mice furthur ahead and padded towards it. As the mice came into view I stalked forward until I was a small branch-length away. I bunched my muscles and lauched, killing two when I landed on them. I gulped them down, and looked around. No wonder there had been so many mice here! There were seeds, seeds and more seeds lying on the ground. I stretched, and laid down in the soft dirt. I had only closed my eyes breifly when a strange soudn filled my ears. What...? I got up and padded away from the sound. I listened closer, and relized it was something from those strange creatures that sometimes came into the forest. I backed away and fled away from the sound. When I reached a small stream I stopped and caught my breath before lapping up some of the cool, glistening water. I gradually swam in, and paddled down-stream enjoying the feel of the water on my fur. I've always loved the forest, and most any other place I go. Not the city though. Oh, I hated the city. The air was choking, and it made it hard to breath. I didn't stay long. I continued to swim down-stream, letting the current carry me. I took a deep breath, and ducked under the water. This was another thing about the pack wolves. They don't like going underwater, just swimming above. I watch as fish go by, and soon resurface. I can hold my breath for so much longer, but today I want to see the land go by. I let myself be carried just a bit farther and then root my paws in the pebbles beneath me. I jump onto the shore and shake my wet fur until its just damp and not soaking wet. I'm on the border now, and I turn my paws away from it and towards the lusher parts of the forest. 

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Chapter 2

I walked for a bit until I found a sheltered nook to rest in. I stretched and lay down. My body was tired, but my mind was fully awake. I lay watching the stars, wondering what it would be like to fly. I shook my head. What nonsense! Only birds and bats could fly, as I knew. Wolves simply couldn't fly. I closed my eyes, willing sleep to come. A owl hooted a ways off, and my eyes flicked open again. "Uuugh." I tried stretching out, but that didn't help me sleep. Something was troubling tonight, but I wasn't sure what. I closed my eyes tight, determined to fall asleep. Come on, fall asleep! Asleep already! I howled in my mind. Suddenly a deep calm came over me and I drifted into a light sleep

A strange shadow fell across me like a bird. I looked up, expecting to see just a hawk, its shadow inlarged by the sun but what I saw shocked me. It was a wolf, gliding in the air its feathered wings flapping quickly. A flying wolf? Somewhere in my mind I knew I was dreaming but I really didn't want to wake up. I howled up at the wolf as loud as I could. "How are you flying!?" It looked down and suddenly folded its wings against its sides before plummeting to the earth. I whispered again. "How do you fly...?" The wolf seemed to smile, and then chuckle quietly. "What do you think these wings are for, young one?" The winged-wolf shook his head. "B-but I mean... How did you get the wings?" The wolf seemed to enjoy taunting me. "I was born with them." I growled in frustration. "Thats not what I meant! I mean... Ugh, just forget it!" The winged-wolf looked at me in mock sympathy. "I take it you want to fly?" I muttered no, and turned my paws. "I'm fine I way I am." There was a slight snarl in my voice but I didn't try to hide it. "Mmmhmm. Sure you are. Thats what all the ones I vist say." I growled, turned and rushed away into the forest.

I woke with a jolt, the dream still clear in my mind.

It doesn't mean anything Rin! Its just a dream. You know that perfectly well.

I shook my head, knowing pondering the dream was silly, a waste of time.

Hunger gnawed at my belly and I stood ready to hunt or scavenge, but the dream was still fresh on my mind.

It doesn't mean anything, it doesn't mean anything...

I like it so far. It's interesting. :)

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