12-14-2009, 07:03 PM
Brennt had awoken into a deep dream. He was alone, but that did not make him afraid: he always did alright by himself, it was around others where he felt uncomfortable, alone, victimized. It was several moments before he smelled the air and a very primitive idea began slithering into his mind. He was trapped. He looked around, seeing the clouds and the endless white. He wanted the hard metal and glass walls of the humans...they had protected him from Cwmfen, who was mean to him and tried to hurt him when he wanted to eat. They weren't her puppies, they were never her puppies! She shouldn't have stopped him. She shouldn't care! Why did everyone care more about them than they cared about him? Why did mother care more about the new puppies than she did about her old ones?!
He was afraid, because he was somewhere he didn't know and somehow he knew that out there, in the strange and unnatural smells wafting forward on the waves of mist, that someone was here to hurt him. Someone was here to kill him. Was it Cwmfen? No. He scented the air more fervently, and soon he pieced together who it was that lurked for him behind the fog. It was a pack wolf. Male. He was afraid...boys were meaner than girls. Pallok had tried to kill him. But...but that hadn't happened. Pallok had been mean, he had said mean things and tried to hurt Brennt. Brennt had killed him. Slowly, his emotions welling up and overcoming him, his woefully inadequate social mind exhausted itself and subsided, leaving behind something far more assured of its own interests and knowing how to contend with violent adversaries. The predator lowered its nose to the ground and began seeking the trail of the other one in the mist.
Before long, it found him. It did not know Leroy's name. It did not know names at all. It knew no language nor society. It could have led a wolf pack of old, but the ones who populated the world now spoke too much, complicated their lives, said and did things that were superfluous, over its head. What it had was the will to survive, and when needed, the will to kill. As soon as it spied the shadow of the husky's form through the mist, it launched itself at him, teeth bared and running fast enough to bowl him over.
He was afraid, because he was somewhere he didn't know and somehow he knew that out there, in the strange and unnatural smells wafting forward on the waves of mist, that someone was here to hurt him. Someone was here to kill him. Was it Cwmfen? No. He scented the air more fervently, and soon he pieced together who it was that lurked for him behind the fog. It was a pack wolf. Male. He was afraid...boys were meaner than girls. Pallok had tried to kill him. But...but that hadn't happened. Pallok had been mean, he had said mean things and tried to hurt Brennt. Brennt had killed him. Slowly, his emotions welling up and overcoming him, his woefully inadequate social mind exhausted itself and subsided, leaving behind something far more assured of its own interests and knowing how to contend with violent adversaries. The predator lowered its nose to the ground and began seeking the trail of the other one in the mist.
Before long, it found him. It did not know Leroy's name. It did not know names at all. It knew no language nor society. It could have led a wolf pack of old, but the ones who populated the world now spoke too much, complicated their lives, said and did things that were superfluous, over its head. What it had was the will to survive, and when needed, the will to kill. As soon as it spied the shadow of the husky's form through the mist, it launched itself at him, teeth bared and running fast enough to bowl him over.