{"sf1_id":134349,"sf2_id":"q1x60j7m","title":"The Mayonian Pack- Chapter 9","author":"LoneWolf277","words":628,"posted_at":"2010-03-26T06:19:00.000Z","tags":["Friendship","Mayonian Pack","Short","Story Progression","Violence (Not In Yiff)","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/134349-the-mayonian-pack-chapter-9","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1x60j7m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b7/43/b7432232-87ea-4343-b662-8491fce2bd85","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nA/N- First off I would Like to apologize for my extreme tardiness in posting new chapters. in the recent weeks many life ordeals have come up; that have challenged me greatly. anyways now that I'm getting back into my normal flow; i will resume my writing\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**Chapter 9**\n\n**Where Friends Are Made**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*Yawn\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I stood up and looked around. Steel was laying next to me. He looked very weary; he must have searched for me all night. I glanced down at him and decided not to disturb his sleep. Then, I quietly stole away.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I ran in the woods; for no reason at all, just merely for pleasure. I met with my friend Pross again. Together we romped about in the fluffy snow. Then a shadow darkened the ground under us.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*Gasp\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Standing over us was a snarling gray wolf. He looked mean, however he was also inexperienced. I was scared, for I knew that I would not have Steel's help this time.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I righted myself and curled my lips revealing many pointy white teeth. From my curled teeth a let out a 'vicious' puppy snarl. Pross followed my example and barred his fangs. Together, side-by-side we stood, facing down this fiend.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The gray wolf was thin, and was probably thinking Pross and\u0026nbsp; were to become his next meal.\u0026nbsp; He was a fairly old wolf; but was an inexperienced fighter, which is probably why he was driven form his pack. I looked into his eyes; hunger and desperation filled them. I could count on him to do something foolish. Although, I'm sure he knew hat, he was still determined.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He attacked, trying to knock me down first, unaware of what Pross was truly capable of. As the Gray Wolf Lunged at me, Pross made a valiant counter-attack. He jumped; his jaws clamped onto the fur on the Gray Wolf's throat, missing the jugular but a centimeter.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; This unexpected Move by Pross took the Gray Wolf by surprise. He abandoned his attack on me and turned his attention to Pross- The Fatal Mistake. Seeing this, I rushed in. Following the example of Pross, I too lunged at the Gray Wolf. My jaws clamped down on his right front leg, cutting the tendon and rendering that leg unusable.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The Gray Wolf was now balancing on thre legs, as one hung uselessly. He was finally able to shake Pross off. We both stood there, snarling; staring down the crippled Gray. Something else caught Pross's and my eye- another mistake- the Gray Wolf was holding his head too high, a mistake I might have made a year ago, but not now.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I looked at Pross and nodded\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"On two,\" I mouthed to him\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He acknowledge with his own nod.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"One... Two... N-\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*Crack\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We looked around confused as we saw the Gray fall. My mind flashed back to the worst day of my life. Images of my mother and brothers flashed through my mind.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Let's Go!\" I shouted, \"We gotta get outta here!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Wha-\" Pross was cut off as I picked him up by the scruff of his neck and ran. It reminded me of the day when Steel came to my rescue.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; After a while of running my jaw began to get tired and I put Pross down.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Ahhh!... Ewwwww... wolf slobber...\" Pross commented, half jokingly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hey! You're alive aren't you?\" I retorted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah... but I've got your slobber on the back of my neck...\" He paused a sec, then added, \"... Thank you, Okami.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/124746-the-mayonian-pack-chapter-8.json"}