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Have you ever heard the saying "Home is where your heart is?" Well its not true, its far from it.
I'll explain..




Crawling on the ash, he looks so pitiful. "Tell me Granger!" Gnarl's rough voice made my stomach clentch, no matter how much I wanted to tell myself I wasn't, I was absolutley terrified of my father. His large built, burning eyes, and heartless body made my shake in the mud like a fawn in december.
"I..I don't know what happened to the deer herd sir, I swear."
"You poisoned them haven't you? To try and ruin our pack and kill me!" My father's eyes grew wide as he made his way down his thrown, the high rock. His front paw slightly slipped on the moist moss on his way, but no one even moved, we didn't want to provoke him.
"No sir! You are a amazing leader, why would I wish to kill you?" Granger tried to plead, but my father's jaws were already wrapped around his neck, blood splattering on my face. My eyes widened with terror of the thought that my brother had just been murdered infront of the whole pack, and by his whole father. But this is how life worked, members were killed and we siad nothing, and did nothing, so we wouldn't be next. I watched as his body was taken into the pile, blood covering the dirt.
"If I find out any of you helped this sorry hunk of fur I'll have your throat ripped, got it?"
We all nodded in unison, not wanting to provoke him.
"If it wasn't for me you slithering excuses for canines would've been long gone by now, like them!"
His cold eyes shot toward the pile where his own son laid in. But he was right, without him we would've died long ago, but with him, we were far worse. We all stared at him, our eyes wide and ears perked to make him think we were listening to him


(Will continue later?)

Whoa, you simply must continue this soon, I'm eager to find out what happens next.

(Awe thanks!)

Gnarl began lunging at the pack, telling us to seperate and leave him to be alone.
"I hate this." A soft voice came from behind me, I looked over my shoulder to see Violet, one of my old friends, who had stayed smart and luckily lived through this pathetic excuse of a life.
"W-We don't have a choice Violet, we have to stay.." I muttered so Gnarl would have no chance of hearing it.
"We could run away from this place, run across that mountains and far away from this life Juno, it would be so easy."
I began laughing but a few heads turned to look at me so I stopped.
"I agree with Violet, you use to be so fearless Juno, but now your mind is full of worry and fear, all because of him, you can't even laugh." Druid slightly growled at me, it slightly scared me, mostly because I didn't see him with his sister. I backed up a little and shook my head at them, unsure of this plan.
"Gnarl says there is nothing beyond the mountain, and even if there was the journey would be dangerous."
"Violet and I are leaving at sunrise tomorrow. You don't have to come but we want you to Juno." Druid nuzzled me then walked back to the hunting party, his sister going back to her medicine wolf duties. I looked around, searching for something to do since most of the jobs were all ready taken up.
"Juno, we need someone to puppysit, you wunna' take the job?" One of the older females asked me, of course I didn't want to but it was better than nothing. I nodded to her and wished her luck in her hunting then walked into the den where seven small pups wrestled and played, two alseep. Once I recovered the door with the rock Nike, one of the smaller pups began running towards me, calling out my name.
"Juno! Juno! Where have you been? All of the other puppysitters are mean, they won't play with us!" She cried, big eyes staring up at me. I wish I could bring her with me to the otherside of the mounatins. If I was going of course..
(Sorry this one isn't that good, I'm kinda in a rush but a new one will be up tomorrow or the next.)

Sounds interesting so far. Can't wait to read more, Yumi.

I smiled and layed down so Nike could tell me about her day, which consisted of killing a mouse, fighting with her sister and hunting practice.
"I heard about your brother, I'm sorry." Her small voice becoming smaller, as if she half regretting saying it.
"We will all die someday, it was bound to happen sometime right?" The lump in my throat got a little bigger as I tried to blow off the death of my brother, the one who had praticly raised me after mother was killed. I felt my eyes begin to sting so to hide my pain I put my head down and directed it the other way as I tried to keep my shoulders from shaking. But Nike was smarter than that, she knew I was hurting, she curled up under my head and inbetween my two front legs in silence, providing me some comfort.
Where I live, we see death and pain so early, it changes us and matures us quicker than most pups. Nike had the maturity of a one year old at the age of a few months, and that broke my heart, that she will never think like a pup should, that nothing can hurt her. But now she lives her life in fear of death knocking on the den door. And thats how it is and will be, nothing could change that.

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I like this story so far, it's really awesome.