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Wolf Journey
A White Wolf’s Quest
By “Fiory Trinity”

Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Legend

In a not so long ago past, when computers were science fiction dreams and people were just learning how to fly, an untold story is just beginning to take shape. Of all the stories heard about in this long ago era, of Balto the wolf-dog who saved a town; of the wolf with the White Fangs who found gold; of a dog answering his call to the wild, all these stories reflect a male’s point of view. But, what about the girl’s side of the hero’s corner? Well…this is where my story begins…

Spring had finally come to the Midwestern states. The flowers were blooming, and bees were working busily to meet each one. Out in the country side, off of a nearby town, through a small amount of farmland and dense forestation beyond the fence line of the closest farm sat a secret wishing to stay that way. The trees filtered the sunlight in as the day slowly began and beneath a solitary weeping willow tree was a distinctive den, hollowed out and currently occupied. Small pips and squeaks could be heard softly in the still morning air as the exhausted mother made her way out and into the day. It had been a long night of labor for Tayla, the alpha female of the pack she resided in. Her gray coat was slightly dingy with the amount of dirt and strain it had taken to deliver her newborns into the world, but more or less she looked tranquilly calm, lying down against one of the old trees uprooted stalks. A light breeze blew through the vine like branches of the willow and a scent tickled her nostrils quietly. Immediately, her body lay rigid, a figure moving toward her precious cargo and herself. White paws gripped the earth, readying her already tired body to the defensive of her newborns below if necessary.
“Tayla, darling…Are you alright?” came a voice as rich as summertime ale.
“Oh Antonian…Yes, I’m alright…come in dear.” Tayla responded, a sigh of relief emanating from her muzzle. In stepped her partner, the alpha male of their pack, a strong and richly golden colored male. He was a bit taller then Tayla as males tended to be, his coat a strong auburn color and glistening in the gentle rays that stole through the vines and leaves. His eyes sparkled a beautiful blue against his gold and white coat and softly he came forward to nuzzle the neck of his beloved.
“How are you feeling this morning Tayla…can I get you anything?” He asked, tail wagging gently behind him. Tayla merely laughed and licked his cheek lovingly.
“Well, you can see your sons and daughters if you’d like.” Was her response, hazelnut hues beaming with delight. Antonian could barely contain his shock and joy. Could it be? He was finally a father? Without another word he dashed into the den and came to the surprise of five little ones, nestled neatly in a small corner of the den. Excitedly, the new father began looking them over one by one.
First was male, ebony black all over with a light patch of gold upon his paws and an ivory coated ear. Next was a beautifully gold girl, her paws ivory white in contrast. The third was as dark as night and already showing great strength, a male. The fourth was a female, gray all over like her mother with white patches upon her eyelids. And then, the last of them; she was completely white all over, blinding as the sun. Oddly enough her paw pads are even a paled white color, unlike her brother and sisters whose pads were a carnation of pink. Antonian however, didn’t care; all of his children were beautiful, and he was the proudest father the world had ever known at that moment.
After a few moments of gawking at his little ones, he retreats to allow Tayla to give them a suckle.
“Go tell your father” She whispered softly into his ear, his tail wagging happily behind him, his eyes of blue watching as she disappeared back into the den. He didn’t want to leave, but at the same time he felt like he could fly. His first born and two were male; Two heirs to his pack when his time had ended. Turning quickly, he made out of the willow’s sheltering vines and into the bright sunlight.
Before him waking on either side was his pack of strong wolves. His pack was nearly at capacity, nearly thirty in all. Effortlessly, Antonian leapt over the small dividing creek that kept the willow tree secluded from the rest of the pack and made his way through his ranks. Nearly out of nowhere, a wolf of black and white bound over to Antonian, walking along side him eagerly.
“Well sir, have they arrived? Are they here?” he asked urgently, his tail wagging in anticipation of what the answer might be.
“Yes they have finally come.” And Antonian began explaining his offspring to his right hand paw Kando.
“Oh congratulations sir.” Kando replied happily, halting as they both reached a rather old den. Outside of it were old tribal totems of Indians that had long since vacated the area. Broken medicine wheels and rusted knives had intrigued the elder of the pack, Antonian’s father. Before Antonian even had a chance to enter, the great white wolf emerged, eyes a grayed blue but coat as white as the day he was born.
“Good morning my son” came the cracked and aged voice of Calcifer, a crooked smile managing to take place upon that old muzzle of his. His son bowed lowly to him, his tail wagging as he greeted his father, excitement building within his heart.
“Good morning father. I have good news for you.” He began, sitting down before his aging sire to try to bottle his own bursting glee. “You are a grandfather of five”

Before the older male could express his congratulations to his only son, a shot rang out through the heavens. A sound that ripped through the air like a jagged knife, deafening those within earshot of it, and startling all others. Birds raced through the sky to rid themselves of the area where it had gone off, crows calling out danger to all beings as they escaped. Antonian, though startled, turned to his father who had gone rigid with fear in his eyes.
“Father, what was that?”
“Man my son. Man is in the forest.” Calcifer replied solemnly, turning back to his son with urgent eyes.
“Man? But Man hasn’t been in the forest since you were a pup” Antonian argued quietly. Calcifer pretended not to notice.
“My son, you must take the pack out of here. Run as far and as fast as you can. Head toward the western border of our territory.” The old male began, his son frozen in fear at what his father was suggesting.
“But father…I can’t. My family, they-“
“You must…or we will all die. Including your new little ones”
“But…there must be another way!” Antonian barked, ears falling backward. Calcifer stayed unmoved, his hackles rising towards his own son.
“There is no other way. Man destroyed my home, they destroy everything they touch. They are a plague, they are senseless killers.”
“But my family can’t be moved!”
“Then you condemn us all to death Antonian!”
It was the thought of death for everyone he cared about that struck a nerve. Angrily, regrettably, he turned to his right hand Kando, eyes full of sorrow and brimming with sadness.
“Kando…you and your mate are to help carry my little ones with Tayla out of here. Your sons are old enough to keep up correct?”
“Yes sir…of course.” Kando replied, a light stutter to his voice as he was still quite frightened of the prospect of uprooting everything he had known himself.
“Good…have them help as well. If they can manage. Go now; don’t let any time slip by you.” Antonian ordered, his eyes turning toward that beautiful willow where his pups slept on unknowing of the danger befalling them. He didn’t even see Kando give a nod and race off to grab his wife and two sons. Antonian stood speechless. Already wolves were beginning to gather up their families and make their way out.
“I must go to help lead the pack off…Antonian” Calcifer began, walking before his son, looking back with those old eyes. “Care for your family…” and with that, the old elder plodded off to lead the pack to safety.
It took a while for Antonian to gain feeling back into his feet, but as soon as he did he sped off to where his wife would be, scared out of her mind with her little ones. A second shot ran out through the forest as soon as Antonian broke through the threshold of vines surrounding his family.
“Antonian, what’s going on? Kando’s just said to-“ Tayla began, but soon was cut off.
“No time to explain Tayla dear. Man is in the forest; take a little one and follow Kando with the rest of the pack.” Antonian replied and without question, Tayla went into the den and grabbed the ebony black male in her gentle muzzle. Kando was next, emerging with the golden coated female. Kando’s mate Arianna flew down afterward, emerging with the ivory white female. Kando’s eldest son Bracken was next, emerging with the gray female and at last, Antonian swooped in to pick up the black and white male. Once everyone could be accounted for, Kando and Antonian led Tayla, Arianna, Bracken and Kando’s youngest son Kaiden off after the rest of the pack. The ground rumbled and before they could catch up entirely with the rest of the group a herd of deer began stampeding through. Frightened, Tayla, Kando and Antonian ran ahead with Kaiden hot on his father’s heels. Shots rang through the air like wildfire now, and they seemed to echo off in every which direction.

In the confusion and chaos, two shots hit their mark with deadly accuracy and two forms lay bleeding on the ground. Arianna stumbled to her son who was breathing heavily, a wound deep in his chest. Both the gray and ivory females had been thrown nearby beneath a huckleberry bush and lay crouched together in fear, unsure of what was going on around them and too helpless to do anything about it. As the pack disappeared over the ridge, the stampeding deer echoing off into the opposite distance, footsteps fell just short of the two near dead wolves. A sneer of hatred stretched across the man’s face and with a knife he ended their suffering quickly. On his knees he examined both bodies of Bracken and Arianna, when a soft whimpering noise caught his attention nearby.
“What’s this?” Came the gruff voice of the man, his hand reaching beneath the bush to grab at the helpless pups. Yet, before he could get a hold of them, two smaller more innocent hands reached in and grabbed them first, clutching them tightly in his arms.
“Oh Pa! Can I keep them?” squealed the little boy, no older then eight years old and on a hunting trip with his father and his father’s friends. The older man sighed and stood up.
“Bobby, those are wolves. They’re not dogs. You can’t keep savage beasts like them around; they’ll turn on you in a moment’s notice.” The father scolded, holding out a hand to take the pups from his young son. But the boy just turned away, cradling the pups gently and protectively in his small arms.
“Yah but Pa, I can train ‘em! I promise I will!” Bobby exclaimed.
“But you’ve already got Dagger, how many more do you need?” His father argued. The large shepherd Doberman cross growled softly, blood on his lips from the nearby carcasses of the wolves. Dagger had been tearing at their already dead bodies, itching to find more to do the same to them. When he had heard his name by the Master, his ears perked and he gave a light growl, blood and entrails staining his lips.
“But Pa, Dagger’s your dog, not mine! He doesn’t even like me! He wants to bite me! And he’ll never listen to me!” Bobby cried, his eyes welling up with tears of desperation, making sure that every advance his father made to grab the two pups from him was thwarted by a movement of his body to block them from him. His father sighed after a few minutes, staring into the desperate eyes of his son. His weathered hand came up to his face and wiped some sweat away, standing up again to face his son as if he were a man himself.
“Fine Bobby, you can keep them. But as soon as they turn wild toward anything at the house…They’re gone. You got that?” And Bobby nodded profusely, his eyes lighting up as he began running back to the farm house with his new charges held tightly in his arms. He ran on through the forest outside of his father’s land and crawled between the fence posts of the outer limit fence.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, Patches, and…” Bobby thought for a moment, looking at the beautiful white girl before coming up with a name, the stalks of wheat and corn rushing by him as he got closer and closer to his home.
“Mya”

Description
Wolf Journey
A White Wolf’s Quest
By “Fiory Trinity”

Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Legend

In a not so long ago past, when computers were science fiction dreams and people were just learning how to fly, an untold story is just beginning to take shape. Of all the stories heard about in this long ago era, of Balto the wolf-dog who saved a town; of the wolf with the White Fangs who found gold; of a dog answering his call to the wild, all these stories reflect a male’s point of view. But, what about the girl’s side of the hero’s corner? Well…this is where my story begins…

Spring had finally come to the Midwestern states. The flowers were blooming, and bees were working busily to meet each one. Out in the country side, off of a nearby town, through a small amount of farmland and dense forestation beyond the fence line of the closest farm sat a secret wishing to stay that way. The trees filtered the sunlight in as the day slowly began and beneath a solitary weeping willow tree was a distinctive den, hollowed out and currently occupied. Small pips and squeaks could be heard softly in the still morning air as the exhausted mother made her way out and into the day. It had been a long night of labor for Tayla, the alpha female of the pack she resided in. Her gray coat was slightly dingy with the amount of dirt and strain it had taken to deliver her newborns into the world, but more or less she looked tranquilly calm, lying down against one of the old trees uprooted stalks. A light breeze blew through the vine like branches of the willow and a scent tickled her nostrils quietly. Immediately, her body lay rigid, a figure moving toward her precious cargo and herself. White paws gripped the earth, readying her already tired body to the defensive of her newborns below if necessary.
“Tayla, darling…Are you alright?” came a voice as rich as summertime ale.
“Oh Antonian…Yes, I’m alright…come in dear.” Tayla responded, a sigh of relief emanating from her muzzle. In stepped her partner, the alpha male of their pack, a strong and richly golden colored male. He was a bit taller then Tayla as males tended to be, his coat a strong auburn color and glistening in the gentle rays that stole through the vines and leaves. His eyes sparkled a beautiful blue against his gold and white coat and softly he came forward to nuzzle the neck of his beloved.
“How are you feeling this morning Tayla…can I get you anything?” He asked, tail wagging gently behind him. Tayla merely laughed and licked his cheek lovingly.
“Well, you can see your sons and daughters if you’d like.” Was her response, hazelnut hues beaming with delight. Antonian could barely contain his shock and joy. Could it be? He was finally a father? Without another word he dashed into the den and came to the surprise of five little ones, nestled neatly in a small corner of the den. Excitedly, the new father began looking them over one by one.
First was male, ebony black all over with a light patch of gold upon his paws and an ivory coated ear. Next was a beautifully gold girl, her paws ivory white in contrast. The third was as dark as night and already showing great strength, a male. The fourth was a female, gray all over like her mother with white patches upon her eyelids. And then, the last of them; she was completely white all over, blinding as the sun. Oddly enough her paw pads are even a paled white color, unlike her brother and sisters whose pads were a carnation of pink. Antonian however, didn’t care; all of his children were beautiful, and he was the proudest father the world had ever known at that moment.
After a few moments of gawking at his little ones, he retreats to allow Tayla to give them a suckle.
“Go tell your father” She whispered softly into his ear, his tail wagging happily behind him, his eyes of blue watching as she disappeared back into the den. He didn’t want to leave, but at the same time he felt like he could fly. His first born and two were male; Two heirs to his pack when his time had ended. Turning quickly, he made out of the willow’s sheltering vines and into the bright sunlight.
Before him waking on either side was his pack of strong wolves. His pack was nearly at capacity, nearly thirty in all. Effortlessly, Antonian leapt over the small dividing creek that kept the willow tree secluded from the rest of the pack and made his way through his ranks. Nearly out of nowhere, a wolf of black and white bound over to Antonian, walking along side him eagerly.
“Well sir, have they arrived? Are they here?” he asked urgently, his tail wagging in anticipation of what the answer might be.
“Yes they have finally come.” And Antonian began explaining his offspring to his right hand paw Kando.
“Oh congratulations sir.” Kando replied happily, halting as they both reached a rather old den. Outside of it were old tribal totems of Indians that had long since vacated the area. Broken medicine wheels and rusted knives had intrigued the elder of the pack, Antonian’s father. Before Antonian even had a chance to enter, the great white wolf emerged, eyes a grayed blue but coat as white as the day he was born.
“Good morning my son” came the cracked and aged voice of Calcifer, a crooked smile managing to take place upon that old muzzle of his. His son bowed lowly to him, his tail wagging as he greeted his father, excitement building within his heart.
“Good morning father. I have good news for you.” He began, sitting down before his aging sire to try to bottle his own bursting glee. “You are a grandfather of five”

Before the older male could express his congratulations to his only son, a shot rang out through the heavens. A sound that ripped through the air like a jagged knife, deafening those within earshot of it, and startling all others. Birds raced through the sky to rid themselves of the area where it had gone off, crows calling out danger to all beings as they escaped. Antonian, though startled, turned to his father who had gone rigid with fear in his eyes.
“Father, what was that?”
“Man my son. Man is in the forest.” Calcifer replied solemnly, turning back to his son with urgent eyes.
“Man? But Man hasn’t been in the forest since you were a pup” Antonian argued quietly. Calcifer pretended not to notice.
“My son, you must take the pack out of here. Run as far and as fast as you can. Head toward the western border of our territory.” The old male began, his son frozen in fear at what his father was suggesting.
“But father…I can’t. My family, they-“
“You must…or we will all die. Including your new little ones”
“But…there must be another way!” Antonian barked, ears falling backward. Calcifer stayed unmoved, his hackles rising towards his own son.
“There is no other way. Man destroyed my home, they destroy everything they touch. They are a plague, they are senseless killers.”
“But my family can’t be moved!”
“Then you condemn us all to death Antonian!”
It was the thought of death for everyone he cared about that struck a nerve. Angrily, regrettably, he turned to his right hand Kando, eyes full of sorrow and brimming with sadness.
“Kando…you and your mate are to help carry my little ones with Tayla out of here. Your sons are old enough to keep up correct?”
“Yes sir…of course.” Kando replied, a light stutter to his voice as he was still quite frightened of the prospect of uprooting everything he had known himself.
“Good…have them help as well. If they can manage. Go now; don’t let any time slip by you.” Antonian ordered, his eyes turning toward that beautiful willow where his pups slept on unknowing of the danger befalling them. He didn’t even see Kando give a nod and race off to grab his wife and two sons. Antonian stood speechless. Already wolves were beginning to gather up their families and make their way out.
“I must go to help lead the pack off…Antonian” Calcifer began, walking before his son, looking back with those old eyes. “Care for your family…” and with that, the old elder plodded off to lead the pack to safety.
It took a while for Antonian to gain feeling back into his feet, but as soon as he did he sped off to where his wife would be, scared out of her mind with her little ones. A second shot ran out through the forest as soon as Antonian broke through the threshold of vines surrounding his family.
“Antonian, what’s going on? Kando’s just said to-“ Tayla began, but soon was cut off.
“No time to explain Tayla dear. Man is in the forest; take a little one and follow Kando with the rest of the pack.” Antonian replied and without question, Tayla went into the den and grabbed the ebony black male in her gentle muzzle. Kando was next, emerging with the golden coated female. Kando’s mate Arianna flew down afterward, emerging with the ivory white female. Kando’s eldest son Bracken was next, emerging with the gray female and at last, Antonian swooped in to pick up the black and white male. Once everyone could be accounted for, Kando and Antonian led Tayla, Arianna, Bracken and Kando’s youngest son Kaiden off after the rest of the pack. The ground rumbled and before they could catch up entirely with the rest of the group a herd of deer began stampeding through. Frightened, Tayla, Kando and Antonian ran ahead with Kaiden hot on his father’s heels. Shots rang through the air like wildfire now, and they seemed to echo off in every which direction.

In the confusion and chaos, two shots hit their mark with deadly accuracy and two forms lay bleeding on the ground. Arianna stumbled to her son who was breathing heavily, a wound deep in his chest. Both the gray and ivory females had been thrown nearby beneath a huckleberry bush and lay crouched together in fear, unsure of what was going on around them and too helpless to do anything about it. As the pack disappeared over the ridge, the stampeding deer echoing off into the opposite distance, footsteps fell just short of the two near dead wolves. A sneer of hatred stretched across the man’s face and with a knife he ended their suffering quickly. On his knees he examined both bodies of Bracken and Arianna, when a soft whimpering noise caught his attention nearby.
“What’s this?” Came the gruff voice of the man, his hand reaching beneath the bush to grab at the helpless pups. Yet, before he could get a hold of them, two smaller more innocent hands reached in and grabbed them first, clutching them tightly in his arms.
“Oh Pa! Can I keep them?” squealed the little boy, no older then eight years old and on a hunting trip with his father and his father’s friends. The older man sighed and stood up.
“Bobby, those are wolves. They’re not dogs. You can’t keep savage beasts like them around; they’ll turn on you in a moment’s notice.” The father scolded, holding out a hand to take the pups from his young son. But the boy just turned away, cradling the pups gently and protectively in his small arms.
“Yah but Pa, I can train ‘em! I promise I will!” Bobby exclaimed.
“But you’ve already got Dagger, how many more do you need?” His father argued. The large shepherd Doberman cross growled softly, blood on his lips from the nearby carcasses of the wolves. Dagger had been tearing at their already dead bodies, itching to find more to do the same to them. When he had heard his name by the Master, his ears perked and he gave a light growl, blood and entrails staining his lips.
“But Pa, Dagger’s your dog, not mine! He doesn’t even like me! He wants to bite me! And he’ll never listen to me!” Bobby cried, his eyes welling up with tears of desperation, making sure that every advance his father made to grab the two pups from him was thwarted by a movement of his body to block them from him. His father sighed after a few minutes, staring into the desperate eyes of his son. His weathered hand came up to his face and wiped some sweat away, standing up again to face his son as if he were a man himself.
“Fine Bobby, you can keep them. But as soon as they turn wild toward anything at the house…They’re gone. You got that?” And Bobby nodded profusely, his eyes lighting up as he began running back to the farm house with his new charges held tightly in his arms. He ran on through the forest outside of his father’s land and crawled between the fence posts of the outer limit fence.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, Patches, and…” Bobby thought for a moment, looking at the beautiful white girl before coming up with a name, the stalks of wheat and corn rushing by him as he got closer and closer to his home.
“Mya”