Post by Hades on Dec 13, 2012 13:07:36 GMT -5
[/color]!” It was Nashota; the grey she-wolf was speaking of her brother Nahele. A pup was listening to their tales, Etana was one of the up-and-coming To-Be’s. He loved the elders, and Shikoba could tell that he would make a very good warrior like his grandfather.
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The forest seemed alive, more alive than it had been in a while. Since the past winter the Tribe had found it hard to keep the kill pile stocked, so spring always gave them a chance to redeem themselves. There was just something about those earthy smells that gave the whole tribe hope of a plentiful summer and autumn. The most beautiful time of the year every year was spring, and the rusty colored wolf couldn’t help but just stop and listen to birds sing in the trees, some of them would go to feed the Tribe. His ears perked as he heard the sound of talking and laughing. Getting up he walked over to a small grove of sycamores and his eyes beheld a familiar sight. “And then he walked over to the tree and just sat there, waiting as if the hawk would just come down out of the oak and fall into his jaws
“Etana, it is time for you to go back to camp.” Shikoba hated to interrupt a story but he didn’t like pups to be out to be out of the camp for long. “Awww!” The small black pup got up sulkily and padded back to camp. “Oh Shikoba,” Nashota looked sad as she continued, “You don’t have to be so protective over my grandson.” Shikoba lowered his head and put laid his ears back, “I’m sorry Swift Rabbit, young pups need to know when it is time to take a nap.” Even though the sun was only just starting to reach noon he knew how mothers like to have their pups in before it got too late. Nashota smiled, “I suppose you are right, he was starting to look a little tired if I do say so… myself!” The old she-wolf yawned and laid her head down. The sun’s rays were coming through the sycamore branches warming grown under their paws.
Shikoba turned and left the hollow, wondering where he would go next. It was such a lovely afternoon; perhaps he would go hunting for something. Weaving his way between the trees he had walked for about two or three miles before he came upon the sound of the river dancing over the rocks. Picking up his pace he made his way the river bed. Around the edges of the river there was still a little ice to be seen on the rocks and the edge of the bank. When the summer came the river would likely dry up a bit and the rocks in the morning would be nice cool until the rays of the sun came to make them steam under the paws of the wolves, or any animal that dared to tread. Just a little ways off he knew there was a den that used to belong to a family of bears, the Tribe was warned to stay away from that part of the river, but every now and then a foolish young To-Be would go poking around and wake the bear from their hibernation.
Shaking his head in dismay he thought of the young To-Be who had lost her life to the bear, all because of a rabbit that had blindly darted into the cave. Turning he headed down stream and walked the familiar hunting paths he had walked when he was a To-Be. The trees and a steep slope were all that separated him from the sparkling blue river. Sighing he left the troubles of the Tribe behind him and focused on his surroundings, maybe he would come across a friend while he hunted.
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