Trials of the Three Wolves

[Anaheart]

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Once upon a time, there lived a mother wolf with her three cubs. Her cubs had grown large and were playing in the den. They played rough and tumble games, growling and snapping in pretend battles. Their bellies felt empty that day and soon they stopped their play to rest. It was tiring, preparing for when someday they too would take their place in the world as wolves.

The eldest cub raised his head and looked over into the corner where the mother wolf lay. She was gazing at her children in a different way than she usually did. "What is it mother?" asked the eldest cub.

The mother wolf could feel stirrings of life in her belly, she knew that the coming spring would bring more new mouths to feed. Gathering her thoughts she bade her cubs come close to her and listen well to what she had to tell them.

"My sons, the time has come for you to go out into the world of men, become the wolves you are meant to be." Her guts churned as she told them. Her cubs looked at each other in bewilderment, what did mother mean go out into the world and what were men?

"Why would we want to leave our warm den mother?" enquired the eldest cub. He felt confused. Why wouldn't they all live together always?

"It is necessary for your survival." said the she wolf, feeling a tight constaint in her chest, and a mistyness in her eyes. "The time has come for you to find your own dens, to make lives and pups of your own."

"But, it's so cold and white out mother!" exclaimed the youngest cub not quite believing what was happening. "We may die!"

"You will surely die if you stay here," she said gently. "There is no food, you must go and hunt for your own now. I can do no more for you now. Only know this, that I loved you as any mother would with all my heart and I will think of you, my sons, all of my days." With this she turned away from the cubs and lay on the floor of the den with her back to them.

The cubs, looked one to another, and then drawing themselves up with back straight and tail proud left the den as one.

The mother wolf gave a small whimper of pain, her chest tightening with unshed tears and bursting with maternal pride. Her cubs would be fine, she thought to herself. Fine, brave wolves they would be. Then her thoughts returned to the new lives inside of her and the trials of the coming season.

Meanwhile, the three cubs had found the trail leading down to lower foothills. They decided to follow it, because they knew of no other way to go. To soon, their bellies rumbled with deep hunger and they stopped to confer with one another and decide what they would do.

"Brothers," said the eldest. "We must use our noses the way mother taught us, so that we may find the wily rabbit." The wily rabbit was the name mother wolf called the artic rabbit with his white fur and almost silent hop.

The three continued down, sniffing the air as they went, hoping for the warm, meaty, smell of food. After a while, the middle wolf stopped still in his tracks; his nose searched the air frantically trying to locate the warm smell he had caught a whiff of.

"This way brothers!" He cried, excitement shaking his body. "The smell, do you smell it brothers?"

He bounded away from the trail in one huge leap. He then landed on a narrow deer trail. Then he went running swiftly over the snowy ground. He stopped stock still at a giant ancient tree. "Here, it is here brothers!" He called back to the other cubs who were still on the main trail.

The lone wolf then circled the base of the old tree. "Help me to dig brothers, I'm sure I 've found our dinner!"

They also lept from the trail and ran to the old tree. They worked all together, side by side, digging away at the roots to find what lay beneath. Soon, a small hole was made and the wolf stuck his head in for a look. Suddenly, he came crashing backwards, practically going over the top of his brothers in his hurry to get away from the dark hole he had made with them.

"Run," he screamed to his brothers. "In there lies the great bear, all claws and teeth!"

The three ran as one in their haste to quit the area of the ancient tree. What would happen to they that wakened the bear from his winter slumber? They would not wait to find out. The wolves instincts saved their lives as they ran down the trail a long way, away from the bear.

Later, tired again and bellies rumbling with unrequited hunger. The youngest wolf had a plan to suggest to his two older brethren.

"Perhaps, we should look for a burrow," said the young one.

"Yes, a burrow that is where the wily rabbit would sleep." Agreed the eldest.

The wolves continued on down the trail, cautiously sniffing the air for a new warm smell. Again it was the middle wolf who caught a scent first. He stood still in the trail sniffing the air in small huffs.


"This way my brothers!"

Again the middlle wolf lept off the trail. He then quickly began to run towards an open meadow. There in the meadow he had spotted a large burrow and smelled a warm smell inside it.
"This must be the wily rabbit's lair!"

Almost frantically he began digging at the burrow widening the opening so he could get in to his prey. The other wolves were almost to him when the horrible thing happened. It came bursting out of the burrow, a badger, all teeth and razor sharp claws, with a very nasty temperment. He charged the young wolf, his wicked claws scrabbling for the soft underbelly of the adolesent. His awful talons won their purchase, sinking into the wolf's fur and beyond. One swipe and the wolf was undone, his hot, steaming entrails turning the snow red with their gore.

The other two charged in snapping at the rump of the animal. The badger whirled to face a new enemy only to be confronted by two. It's decision was swift, and it ran to its burrow and wormed far inside. Forgetting the badger for a moment the wolves ran to their downed comrade, to see what aid could be given. The middle wolf was on his last breaths and only bade his brothers to be careful and not to rush in.

"Continue on good brothers," he said with a cough and a gush of blood.

"I have lived life by your sides and tasted some adventure. Grieve for me not, for I will be playing in the fields of my dreams with you my brothers forever." With that his suffering ended and he breathed his last.

The two remaining brother wolves threw their heads up and howled to the sky. Their throats giving forth mighty bays of sadness. Before they left they dug a deep hole and laid their brother to rest. They could not bear the thought of having his flesh picked at by scavengers and the creatures of the day. Sadly, with heads hanging and tails drooping the wolves went once more to the trail. Slowly, they went, as hunger gnawed at them making their once sure steps falter. The eldest leading and the younger following.

A new scent in the air made them stop and sniff cautiously. The scent of many animals together and a smell of smoke scented with other odors like burnt meat. The wolves had come from high in the mountains and were now lower in the foothills. They could smell much food and other foreign things they had never before sensed.

"What should we do brother?" Asked the youngest one to the elder. "Do you think the wily rabbit is there in these new smells?"

"I do not know brother, only let us go down cautiously, approaching on our stomachs so that we may not be seen." Advised the elder to the younger wolf.

Crouching on their bellies, they wriggled like two trout caught on the land, fast as they could with tails moving and legs low to the ground. Their hunger made them a little less wary and when they reached a spot where they could survey the land, what they saw surprised them. Big birds. trapped behind some shiny hedge that extended in a large square. The wolves could not see any way to enter that place. However, no other animal could be seen by the two and they went cautiously down to what man would call the fence.
Cautiously the stretched their paws to the shiny hedge. It seemed solid enough. The only thing in reach was a few curious white round things. The wolves caught these in their paws and rolled them out of the fence. One cracked and gave forth a viscid fluid clear with a more solid yellow center. Sniffing this the wolves were surprised to smell a warm meat like smell.

Bird eggs! A delicious treat but so very large! Extending their tongues to the mass they tasted it, pleasantly surprised by the delicate and delicious flavor of it. They proceeded to break the other eggs and ate all of it quickly. Then taking a look around they decided to go back into the forest, since they were wearied by their long journey and many trials of the day.

Even as they crept away another was stirring. Whining slightly, in its sleep, as the smell of wolves circled its mind in its deep slumber. Suddenly, the dog awoke, the smell of wolf still strong in the air, there, by the chickens.

The dog felt startled, the man had told him to guard the chickens with his life. Dog knew this was his job. He raised his muzzle and started to bark, ferocious in his intensity.

The man had been sitting at his table, reading a paper and drinking a coffee when he heard his dog barking his alarm. The man knew that the dog had many moods in his barking, this one sounding very urgent. Quickly, he got up from the table and went to the gun case by the door. Grabbing a loaded gun with one hand and his coat with the other he went out to see what had aroused the dog's ire.

Greeting his eyes was the sight of his dog straining on his lead towards the chicken's pen. Seeing nothing amiss, but knowing that the dog's instincts were sharper than his own he let the dog free. Feeling his constraints lifted, and encouraged by his master's words, the dog ran across the yard towards the spot in the fence where the wolves had partaken of their small snack. Sniffing here, the dog caught the scent of the wolves.

Then dog smelled their tracks, almost like a human's eyes would see footprints in the sand. The dog ran back to the man and back to the fence. Seeing this curious behavior the man opened the gate and the dog took off like a shot only to be pulled up short by the angry tones of his master. Whimpering slightly, tail wagging, the dog danced a jig in his excitement, wanted to be freed to follow the wolf brothers.

The man placed a leash on the dog and then encouraged him to go on and lead. Dog pulling the leash with his impatience was choked twice, while his master cursed, trying to keep up with his hurried animal.

The wolves tired, had lain down next to a small stream. Their exhaustion felt so complete that they did not even sense the man and dog were coming closer to where they were.

Suddenly, a loud noise like a peal of thunder sounded close to the elder wolf's ears. He shook his head and looked to his younger brother to ask if he had heard the same thing.

Only his younger brother was no more, the farmer's gun had blown a hole through the young wolf's head spraying bits of gray matter over the ground and nearby trees

Horrified the elder wolf sprang up, he saw the dog and the man and knew that somehow they were responsible for this terrible fate that had befallen the youngest wolf. Knowing that if he took time to bemoan his brother's fate he would join him in death, he ran for his life into the forest. He ran for what seemed hours, an eternity in a life so short. Finally, he slowed, his heart wanting to leap from his chest with its frenetic beating. He did not know but the man and the dog had given up soon, and gone back to claim the body of his brother. The man to brag to his friends about the wolf pelt he had scored.

The eldest wolf lay down by a big tree, covered himself with leaves and slept deeply. His sleep was disturbed by the images of his brother's bodies, gory to the extreme, muzzles quivering with their final breathes. Finally, he passed this realm and went to a deeper slumber undisturbed by dreams.

The next day when the wolf awoke he realized he was alone. It was his job now to find the wily rabbit and try to survive in this world. He vowed to the memory of his brothers that he would do this thing.

Later, that day he caught his first rabbit, and before he ate it, offered it up with a silent prayer to those two who had meant so much and come so far with him. The wolf knowing, that without them he might not have survived at all, thanked them for their sacrifices, so that one, may live, with new wisdom and the stealth to bypass, the many, now apparent dangers, of this big, wide, world

[ArizonaBob]

Great story Ana!~...you paint vividly with your words :)

[Christine]

Appropriate for November 11th here (rememberance day). Sad though xox

[Anaheart]

thanks Bob, this is a story I made up on a spur of a moment verbally and told to my son, {minus the gore of course} I wrote it down the next morning and added some more adult parts to it. This I would consider my first story I wrote when I started creating stories. Hence, the fragmentated sentences and grammerical errors. I have never corrected this story yet, but left it in the original form.

[ArizonaBob]

Usually the greatest stories are told by accident like that. It is wonderful that you could recall it and put it to paper so well...it is a keeper! I enjoy your stories very much Ana! Thanks! :)