The Winter Continues
Chapter Two: The Winter Continues. The younger wolf snarled, his jaws spread wide and hackles raised, fear striking into his fathers heart. The elder, to avoid getting bitten, turned his whole body, leaving his shoulder open to being bitten,...
The beginning of Winter
The light lit up the forest below it like it was gilded with silver. The trees, their branches thick with leaves that were turning bronze and the colour of burnished copper. Autumn had arrived, and the thickening clouds carried with them a chilly wind...
Two World's Collide
The thunder crashed, lightening lit up the sky. Rain began to fall, at first slowly, then faster and harder, hitting the leavs and creating a low, almost peaceful sound. The sky had darkened, hiding the moon and stars from view. Only occasional...
Thy Fathers Rule
The night was dark, and stars shone in the sky. All was still and quiet, just as it should be at midnight. Suddenly, the peace was broken by the breaking of branches, and the pattering of many paws. After the branches had broke, silence fell again....
The Stormy Night
The Stormy Night On a dark and stormy night I lay awake in my living room, my two room-mates now asleep. It was Halloween night, All Hallows Eve, whatever you want to call it. I was thinking about the story Sally had told me. Thanks to the...
Introducing the 'Hunter'
The wolf stared at his 'catch' suddenly regretting the words he had uttered at the small, scared wolfess. His silver fur was currently dulled, so as to make him less distinguishable from the habitat around him. He now felt guilty, his blue eyes...
Wolf Hunt - the wolfess
The feral looked around uneasily, her black and white coat sparkling healthily in the moonlight. She was skinny - skinnier than usual wolves tended to be even in the winter. Despite of this, she was sixty five pounds of pure killing force, her eyes...
Rightful Love
Nashoba is a typical male timber wolf, he is alone without a pack but has found the wolfess he believes should be his mate. He is very protective, and will defend what he sees as his to the death. WaterSinger is a female timber wolf, but looks more...
Never cross a wolf
The pack run free in the mountain forests and plains, wisps of grey mist loping steadily in pursuit of their prey, revelling in the wind and the scents on the air and the sheer exuberance of life. The huge timber wolf was majestic, still and quiet...