This is the hardest part of what I have become now. To actually eat what I have stolen. I’m not this kind of wolf. If I just knew how to hunt. Everything would be different. I remember when mom took us to Paracon. She seemed so worried for some reason. I tried my best to be with her and comfort her in whatever way I could. In time, we settled in and mom was happier. Everyone was happier. I met my big brother! Risk! He was very cool! He was Paracon’s warrior and he knew everything about Moladion and all. I used to follow him wherever he went! But I was always afraid of letting him see me. And I couldn’t follow him out of the pack. I was too small and I couldn’t catch up with him even if I tried. My legs were so big, most of the times I would stumble over my own paws. Risk was cool! I wanted to be like him!

But look what I am now… A thief pup. This is not right! It’s been days since I last ate a stolen raccoon. Here I am again, with another stolen meal. With a sigh, my jaws part open to tear a small chunk of the hare. What choice I have? My form is thin, from days and days with no food. It was hard to find others who had just been successful in their hunt and even harder to steal from them. Wolves do not usually leave their food unwatched. I have never been caught. I am glad for that.

After a few minutes the big form of a wolf emerges from the trees. My head lifted from the hare to look at him. My ears already folded back, in fear. Would it be that female’s mate? Have he come here to punish me? I had no choice! If I could explain! But when my gaze fell on his form, I couldn’t believe. My eyes widening as he approached. I slowly raised to my paws. Could it really be! Big brother? Risk! My tail wagging madly behind me. He asked me. If it is me!? Yes! Yes! I nodded. My form, still half of his. I didn’t grow so much. My big brother is so… Big! So strong! I ran to nuzzle his chest. I cling to him for several seconds before drawing myself and reaching to lick his neck continuously. He doesn’t know! No he doesn’t know how I looked for him, how I looked for all my siblings! My big bro! He is alive! He is alive! He smells like pack! He is in a pack? I hope he helps me! I finally stop licking his neck affectionately and pull away. Sitting in front of him, looking at him and tilting my head. Body slightly curved to the right and tail half wrapping around my paws.

Would he know what I meant?