Watching the days fly by and the monotonous movements of the pack, which he seems to have learned by heart. Maybe it's worth moving on? "explore new worlds, not jump on the tops of rocks," a cracked voice in the teenager's head prevented him from getting his bearings again when an experienced scout named Grimr returned with news about the fragrant Prairie. The scout immediately ran to his beloved wolf Martin. She was a healer in all this turmoil, drying herbs to make a litter for newborn puppies. She mixed various combinations of herbs, thereby making medicines for sick wolves. The teenager turned his head to a wide crevice between the rocks, while coughing or, even worse, sick wolves were taken there so as not to infect others. They must be very bored there. Komysh always didn't want to catch an infection or parasites because of this. A familiar gray tail appeared in front of him... Seheron! There was a scarlet trail of blood behind him due to carelessness on the steep slope of the mountain. The teenager looked in the direction of the healer, who, lazily opening his mouth, points to a deep crevice in the mountain. Seherona, wanting to see support in the form of a nod from her friend, turns to Komysh. The air is getting hotter, although clouds are gathering over the woman's head. The she-wolf looked over her shoulder to make sure that her black-faced puppy had arrived on time. She sighs in frustration when she sees him gnawing on a rock again, hoping again that it's an escaped badger. Komish continues to walk calmly through the withered deadwood when he sees hills in the distance. A shaggy horse standing peacefully on one of them slid to the bottom and completely disappeared, as if it had never been there. Komish easily jogs through the hills, following the mustang. Alternately turning to the puppy. The stallion waved his mane and disappeared into the meadow. The cub didn't even look at him. Well, that's fine. The crunch of old millet immediately made itself felt. The she-wolf stands motionless, ears pricked up. Screeching. The white dog rushed at the wolf. Clinging to the withers of the redhead, the dog bites into her harder. But before she has time to recover, the scout convulsively shakes her body, jumping reflexively. The dog falls on his back with a heavy load. While the white dog was getting up on his paws, the wolf saw a black collar flickering white. She realized this in a matter of seconds and abruptly grabbed the collar, pulling on herself with pinpoint jerks. The dog whined and began to fight with its paws. Blunt claws dug into her chest, forcing her to let go of her opponent. The white dog, continuing to wag his tail from his luck, felt freedom on his neck and instantly ran away. A shrill voice rang out, making his ears pop... people. The red wolf grabbed the puppy by the collar and threw him into the undergrowth, rather leaving this place.
When they reached the mountain plain, a wall of cold rain poured down. The scout licked the wolf cub on the back of the head. But she couldn't even believe that her peaceful nights would turn into hell. Blackface was constantly howling, barking and whining, according to her calculations, he missed this place. But when the puppy hastily pulled her by the tail, pointing her nose towards the meadow, she growled contemptuously. She didn't know what made her behave like that. But the wound left on his neck burned and hurt when the cub raised its hum. Maybe that's why? She didn't want to know and didn't want to go back there. Finally, silence reigned, so welcome, but not calm... She cocked her head and began to sniff out the smells. Sensing the old smell of coyotes, colorful blurred patterns surfaced in her head, where she bravely chased them out of her cave that month, but that's not all.. She sniffs more closely. No. The wolf gets up. Inhaling a new fragrance into your nostrils. Her cheeks tightened. The silhouette of a puppy, wrapped in beautiful patterns, appeared in her head. This puppy, barking familiarly, runs away into the bushes. In this puppy, she recognizes the muzzle of a blackface. She looks around in shock. Really. No Blackface was seen on their territory. no! No, no, no. The wolf, like a scalded one, runs out in the middle of the night to the copse, diligently catching traces of the puppy. Blackface was denied feeding for two weeks after his escape. His mother was very angry at him and was on guard on purpose near the cave to suddenly grab him by the withers and throw him back into the cave. Komish had to get new offspring soon and therefore she had reasons not to go out to explore. Two weeks of torment have passed. The black-faced man rushed immediately to the prey, starting to chew the fawn with a furious growl. And Komish gave birth to three puppies. They were terribly tiny and weak! And as in the old tradition. Old Ramashka drove these puppies to the edge of the forest. Komish was angry at their leader for a long time, but there was nothing to be done about it. Sighing heavily, the wolf puts her heavy head on her front paws. Covering her eyes with thin eyelids, she hears screeching and barking in the distance. Rusty Lust, as usual, decided to check out what was going on there as soon as possible. The blackface decides to stay on their territory, because it is his privilege to go out into other people's territories as a puppy. Komish continued to lie motionless, only sometimes it was possible to notice how peacefully her chest rose. Exuberant was sitting near the Bird Mill, occasionally meeting her gaze. They were mostly silent and nothing else.. Martin's son, who was to become a healer soon, was nursing small puppies. He was sighing heavily all the time. After all, before, he had the proud status of "future herbalist". Spitting over his shoulder, he buried his face in the warm ear of one of the puppies, gently biting their muzzles, as an ordinary nanny did. In the pack, less than half were worried and alarmed by such noise, and some did not pay attention at all. Deafening shots rang out. Screeching, growling, howling, roaring. All these sounds make the second scout immediately rush to the sources of sounds. The rest of the wolves, mostly from the hunting party, followed Komish. They simultaneously thrust their muzzles into the undergrowth. Their eyes twinkled at the sight of the limp body of their leader and a scout fighting in a bloody massacre with two dogs. Ramashka.... One of the hunters who climbed the dam shoots a calculated shot at the withers of a she-wolf. Rusty Lust can only squeal as soon as two mutts knock her to the ground. Komish without hesitation and plans rushed with the mother wolves from her pack to these dogs. Onux drives his fangs into the dog's face. Peach hits the white dog on the ground. The bark of the Tree tears the pelvis of the greyhound with rapid movements. Komish runs a little further, seeing several more dogs sixteen meters away from her. Four dogs were crowding around the legs of a short man with crooked teeth. Grinning, Komish lets out a plaintive cry as soon as the bullet crosses her thigh through. The black dogs looked around and at that hour simultaneously bulged their teeth. They rushed at the wolf like a hurricane. Komish shamefully runs away to the hunting party that dealt with two dogs. They jumped and jumped, because if they stood, they would surely be hit by a bullet, as happened with Onux and Komish. Komish joined their pile and began to howl incessantly. The wolves kept a circle around her and threw the black dogs into the trees. The howl was rough and with sharp notes. The second hunting party arrived moments after hearing the deputy's call. A lively Beaver empathizing with the Comish, gently licked her nose. Komish, confident in their power, runs away with Rusty Lust to the Mountains. Komish, having bent his paws, falls to the ground, hoping that Rusty Lust will be able to bring help. The wolf hesitantly agreed, deciding to go alone on her own. She sniffs at distant smells. The wind sends blurry marble patterns into her head of how Teenagers and Puppies, adult wolves follow Martin, who led them to safety. But later, she catches another scent in those seconds. Which was getting stronger with every passing moment. Lush! He runs headlong to her. Stumbling a couple of times, he arranges leaves with ointments on her wound, suggesting that she also go with Rusty Lust after Martin. She agrees, because she would be completely stupid if she got into a fight after being wounded. Lush nods to stay here and treat the hunting party with all his might.
[USA] Colorado - Elk Mountains
Heather Crown
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