I am ever so vigilant. I constantly watching the others that roamed these lands. As I was told, these wolves were my pack mates. I was supposed to live among them, to become a useful member. At least that is what Father says. Yet he did not carry a high position, why I do not know. Yet Mother was so angry, Mother never seemed happy. I could constantly feel Mother be on edge, growling in contempt. Mother didn’t like be among my kind, a wolf that was meant to be in a pack. I noticed how often she would leave, but always she came back, always with food and new lessons. Today, I felt strong about leaving the safety of the den and wandering around the swamp. I was small, and sometimes the ground would be too wet that I could feel my legs being sucked down, but I always managed to get myself free, because no one else was going to rescue me.
My ebony form blazed with crimson moved through the tall reeds, my big paws placed carefully along the soaking ground. My crown rose slightly, as bright amethyst eyes took in my surroundings. The swamp is such an odd place, but I know nothing else. My crimson traced ears twitch every now and then as I pick up sounds, odd quacking sounds. Curious I creep out from the tall reeds and notice the ducks swimming in the water. Tilting my head I observe quietly, curious to see how they moved. My head would raise when a few ducks flew in the sky. How they can fly, I do not know, but I find it quite interesting. As they land in the boggy water, my head tilts to the side again curious to see how they float. Mother informed me that I would have to learn how to swim soon. The taste of duck wasn’t as appetizing as I thought they would be, Mother feeds me her milk, then lets me lap of the blood, and then allows me to eat small pieces of meat. My darkened amethyst eyes narrow when I notice the approaching form of another predator. It too had caught the sight of the ducks. I notice how he approaches, his head barely poking above the water, moving like a log, but it is so clear that it is an alligator. But I notice how he seems to move in another direction from the ducks, he was heading for the other side of the bank, but I do not understand why. That is until I notice the approach of a black Demon, blessed with the color of blood as well, but it seemed he was paying closer attention to the ducks. Part of me wants to watch him die, and be eaten by the alligator. Yet there is another part of me, I feel it in my blood, the needed to protect those of my pack…perhaps a little of my Father is truly in me.
Quickly, I scan the bank and notice a large fallen log on my side, and it is in a position where he would see me and the ducks. Perhaps I have a chance to warn him about the silently beast in the water approaching him. I pull myself back within the reeds and running as quickly and silently as I could. Poking my head out, I see I am near this log and I quietly walk on it. I can feel the timber move every now and then as I climb higher and higher. The alligator is still eyeing him, and the ducks are still swimming in peace. As I get near the end of the timber, I look down and see that I am above the water, but my black form sticks out like a sore thumb to any that is crossing the other side of the bank. The ducks do not notice me, but I wave my crimson tail back and forth, like warning flag hoping to get his attention. The alligator is still swimming towards him, and now it was slowly crawling out of the water heading right behind him. It is sometimes best to stay alive than catch any food. I know if I were in his paws I would be most displeased for losing a meal, but I know I would rather be alive to hunt another day than wind up being the hunted. Lifting my head I let out a rough bark and point my nose and paw towards the alligator that was sneaking up on him. I can feel the log wiggle as I move and I know I cannot stay here for too long, I must return safely back, but right now my head was screaming at me, telling me I had to protect him. Perhaps I am like my Father…hopefully in a non-weak way.
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