So it was the sunday after his grandparents had fixed everything and he was walking and he ran right into a chó sói, sói he hadn't seen before and he wanted to knock the wolfs lights out but then he realized who it was it was the new arival Seth 'Sorry' Seth đã đưa ý kiến and curtis đã đưa ý kiến 'Oh it ok' 'welcome' and then curtis showed Seth around a bit then he showed Seth his den and seth liked it alot then suddenly Curtis heard 'Who's this loser?' and then laughing he whipped around to se justin and curtis's old Những người bạn standing there...
I whine in disappointment of not being able to hunt with them because I'm still young.
"Very soon," begins my older brother sitting beside me, "you'll be out there leading the pack just like him and mother."
I know this is true but it seems so far away when I think about it.
My sister nuzzles me with her bia đen nose to play a game with her.
My brother is amused and tells me to not think of hunting, but to live and enjoy my precious moments as a pup.
"You'll be a grown chó sói, sói soon enough," he says.
Feeling a twitch of hope within my heart, I race after my sister and over the cold, powdery face of Mother Earth.
I tumble and roll within the flying flakes of Mother Earth's hair so white and clean, knowing that I will someday be a leader, a hunter, and a father of a pack all my own.
Shaman
