# The Mayonian Pack- Chapter 9

Author: LoneWolf277
Tags: Friendship, Mayonian Pack, Short, Story Progression, Violence (Not In Yiff), Wolf

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A/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

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**Chapter 9**

**Where Friends Are Made**

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \*Yawn\*

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \*Gasp\*

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The gray wolf was thin, and was probably thinking Pross and&nbsp; were to become his next meal.&nbsp; 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.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I looked at Pross and nodded

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "On two," I mouthed to him

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He acknowledge with his own nod.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "One... Two... N-"

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \*Crack\*

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Let's Go!" I shouted, "We gotta get outta here!"

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "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.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; After a while of running my jaw began to get tired and I put Pross down.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Ahhh!... Ewwwww... wolf slobber..." Pross commented, half jokingly.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hey! You're alive aren't you?" I retorted.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah... but I've got your slobber on the back of my neck..." He paused a sec, then added, "... Thank you, Okami."

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