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princeinexileThe land was dry, hunting was poor. The only thing this place had was water; crisp, cool, and free flowing. The river passed never the village (noisy by day, dead by night) and down, down, toward a copse of trees that was the precursor to the forests that clustered the mountain.
This is where the wolf was found; hungry, tired. There was nothing to chase, no hunting here, no pack.
(I--- I'm sorry--)
There was a scrape dug, a shallow hollow in the earth, for a small, furry, black body to slide into, rest, give coolness and shade. But that was not peace, that was not respite. It was merely a bed for earth by day.
By night it was keening.
(Wells-- Stephanie-- Uncle-- Mother-- Father-- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-- Father-- Father-- Please-- someone-- anyone--)
The village wondered at the animal's grief, but kept their doors locked and their livestock save. Life was too hard to let a ragged wolf dine on what might seem them through another hard year of war. They just hoped death or travel would take it far from their beleagured village.
Night after night, it howled and no one knew peace.
This is where the wolf was found; hungry, tired. There was nothing to chase, no hunting here, no pack.
(I--- I'm sorry--)
There was a scrape dug, a shallow hollow in the earth, for a small, furry, black body to slide into, rest, give coolness and shade. But that was not peace, that was not respite. It was merely a bed for earth by day.
By night it was keening.
(Wells-- Stephanie-- Uncle-- Mother-- Father-- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-- Father-- Father-- Please-- someone-- anyone--)
The village wondered at the animal's grief, but kept their doors locked and their livestock save. Life was too hard to let a ragged wolf dine on what might seem them through another hard year of war. They just hoped death or travel would take it far from their beleagured village.
Night after night, it howled and no one knew peace.
