CHAPTER TWO - The Intruder

     In the depths of the forest a lean and yet muscular lupine stood. He was frozen in silence, and hismovement came from his ears that twitch; dialing in at every sound. The wolf was not black, nor was he white. Instead the male was a striking grey color. His visage shown with streaks of black, but where complimented by the the white tip of his tail.  The entire conversation had been over heard.
     For many days the young male had stood in this exact spot. The slowly sloping bluff joined by countless trees of different specie, that he now perched atop. This area was well hidden and out of site from the southern den of Malaki, and Akilla. The masculine's features now peeled upward into a uneasy grin. The news of the newborn pup had finally come, and at this point there was no reason to stay any longer. Slowly his body ached into motion, and in a gracefuly sway, the animal swiveled and paced off into the darkness.
     After a few days the gray male wolf approached the northern boarder. There he was greated by another black male. His burning yellow eyes fixated on the grey male then spoke. "What do you call yourself?" The male had a thick english accent that was suprising to the grey wolf.
     "My name is Mathius. You may call me Mat. I am here to bring news of the southern tribe." The brillant yellow eyes of the black male widened suddenly, and then he called for another wolf.
     "Hey! You!" A younger wolf neared them, and then halted beside the other ebony wolf. "Stay here and guard this area. I will return shortly." The youth nodded slowly then turned his gaze to the thick trees. "We shall be on our way." The male motioned to the grey wolf, and the pair stroled off into the distance toward the gathering point.
     "Lets go..."
     Soon they neared the center of the territory. The north was the larger of tribes, and had a little over thirty members. The south had about twentyfive members, but were much more organized. Five minutes past and the two wolves entered a small pathway. There they were led into a grand opening. Shrouded by thick canopy, and an immence wall of brush.Suddenly the black wolf with the yellow eyes stopped, bowed, then backed away. Confused the grey wolf glanced toward his companion, only to see him galloping away...

CHAPTER ONE - A Life is Begun

     In the shelter of a uprooted pine tree, a puppy was born. Usually a litter consists of around six puppys but today Akilla the southern female wolf leader gave birth to a healthy brown wolf pup. His eyes were the color of autum leaves, and his fur resembled creamer, and coffee half swirled together. Beautiful yes, but there was something certainly wrong. The spirts had fortold of a brown wolf birthed from a white pair of wolves, and how that puppy would shift the earth, and bring back good fortune. Now as Akilla cleaned her puppy she glances up at her mate. A larger white wolf named Malaki. His features were in awe, and as    Akilla looked to him again for comfort he stepped away. She wimpered, and then her spoke "What do you expect to do with a puppy who doesn't match?" He scoffed.
     Akilla sighed, "You don't remember what the spirits fortold?! How could you forget? This puppy is going to save our tribe from starvation..."
     "I know that Akilla! What I'm trying to say is that this pup does not fit in. He will be easy to find if the northern tribe hears of this. They will want him, and they won't stop until they have him. We must keep him in the den, until we are sure that this pup is the miracle we need he must not go anywhere!" Malaki said this in a harsh, and unfriendly tone.
     "But Malaki.." Akilla pleaded. "This wolf will never be normal unless he leaves the den. I cannot nerse a full grown wolf forever. Besides how will the north know if he leaves the den, even a few feet?" She hoped he would give in and simply allow their fate to come, instead of hiding it.
     Malaki grunted, pawing the dry dirt, and leaves on the den floor. "Can't you understand that not everyone can be trusted. Our clan expects a new pup to be presented, and they will all see it. If we show them, and a traitor tells the north, they will attack us, and kill whoever gets in the way. Akilla; for now none of your puppys survived birth."  Akilla nodded slowly understanding.
     She than said. "I will at least have the honor of naming him." She looked over the tiny male, then descided. "I shall name him Dorami son of Malaki, and Akilla, leaders of the Southern Elk Ridge Tribe." She said each word with a growing pride. Malaki simply nodded, and then sauntered out the den opening. Turning back to the pup who now cuddled against her belly she repeated his name. "Dorami, Dorami.. You will save the land young one, I can feel it in my heart." After that they both dosed off to sleep. Akilla's elongated tail curling around the adolecent.

About The Wolves

This is the begining of a story of the northern wolves or Elk Ridge, and the southern wolves of Elk Ridge. The fictional story takes places years, and years into the past. When humans did not excist. The wolves back then were huge muscular beasts. With narled hair, and scarred faces. This story is about two tribes of wolves, who will do anything for one puppy that could possibly save the specie from starvation, and bring good fortune to one of their nations. Who will it be? The Black wolves of the north, or the white wolves of the south? Find out in this exciting, and adventurous tale

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