Ruban was dead. The great leader he had looked up to since he was born lay before him. Russet could not believe it, and he stood there stiff with horror
and disbelief.
Jingo pushed Ruban aside like he was no more than the bones of a piece of prey he was done toying with and howled, a long, blood-curdling howl to
celebrate his victory. The sound made Russet feel sick inside and he rushed over to his fallen leader to be with him before his spirit went away to the unknown.
He hesitated when he approached but slunk forward at a crawl and bowed his head before Ruban to pay his last respects. May you rest at peace, he whispered
silently to himself. There he lay in a silent vigil, oblivious to the triumphant howls and barks from Jingo's pack.
Jingo growled and Russet glanced up. "That wolf was no match for me. Surely you should have known," he purred in a tone mocking the sympathy he
neglected to feel.
Russet could hardly find the right words, and when he tried to sound brave, it was a miserable attempt and he heardly managed to choke the words
out. "You...killed Ruban."
His eyes glinted with amusement. "A little slow catching on. In case you haven't figured out," he began and stepped over Ruban like he was not worth
the effort of walking around, "I am Pack Leader. Your leader thought differently and that is what happened to him. It was his own stupidity."
Russet felt anger and hatrid make his heart race and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to bury his fangs in Jingo's throat. "Ruban was a
greater leader than you will ever be," he snarled defiantly. He backed up but two wolves blocked off his escape, teeth bared to snap at him if he got any closer.
"Let me go. Our business here is done."
Jingo studied his bloodstained paws as if considering Russet's demand. "I am afraid I can't do that. You see, you have something I want. Knowledge."
What was he talking about? Russet wondered. He didn't get an answer either.
"Get him and do not let him escape," Jingo ordered and walked away into the den, leaving his wolves alone to carry out his order.
A large black wolf barrelled into him, forcing him to the ground, and the wolves surrounded Russet, outnumbering him by many. He felt teeth clamp
around his scruff like he was a pup being corrected for running off, and the other wolves were prepared to attack if he tried to struggle. He was left at Jingo's
mercy, and Russet wondered what knowledge it was that he wanted.
and disbelief.
Jingo pushed Ruban aside like he was no more than the bones of a piece of prey he was done toying with and howled, a long, blood-curdling howl to
celebrate his victory. The sound made Russet feel sick inside and he rushed over to his fallen leader to be with him before his spirit went away to the unknown.
He hesitated when he approached but slunk forward at a crawl and bowed his head before Ruban to pay his last respects. May you rest at peace, he whispered
silently to himself. There he lay in a silent vigil, oblivious to the triumphant howls and barks from Jingo's pack.
Jingo growled and Russet glanced up. "That wolf was no match for me. Surely you should have known," he purred in a tone mocking the sympathy he
neglected to feel.
Russet could hardly find the right words, and when he tried to sound brave, it was a miserable attempt and he heardly managed to choke the words
out. "You...killed Ruban."
His eyes glinted with amusement. "A little slow catching on. In case you haven't figured out," he began and stepped over Ruban like he was not worth
the effort of walking around, "I am Pack Leader. Your leader thought differently and that is what happened to him. It was his own stupidity."
Russet felt anger and hatrid make his heart race and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to bury his fangs in Jingo's throat. "Ruban was a
greater leader than you will ever be," he snarled defiantly. He backed up but two wolves blocked off his escape, teeth bared to snap at him if he got any closer.
"Let me go. Our business here is done."
Jingo studied his bloodstained paws as if considering Russet's demand. "I am afraid I can't do that. You see, you have something I want. Knowledge."
What was he talking about? Russet wondered. He didn't get an answer either.
"Get him and do not let him escape," Jingo ordered and walked away into the den, leaving his wolves alone to carry out his order.
A large black wolf barrelled into him, forcing him to the ground, and the wolves surrounded Russet, outnumbering him by many. He felt teeth clamp
around his scruff like he was a pup being corrected for running off, and the other wolves were prepared to attack if he tried to struggle. He was left at Jingo's
mercy, and Russet wondered what knowledge it was that he wanted.
If you love wolves like I do, I must recommend the book The SIght to you by David Clement Davies. It is 464 pages and really is an ancient wolf fantasy. It take splace in ancient Transylvania where a pack of wolves live.
One of the wolves gives birth to Larka and Fell. According to an ancient verse, a white wolf born beneath the castle would possess the Sight. She did.
The wolves are on the run from enemy wolves now, and Larka is helpless when it comes to learning about the Sight. Also, the verse says that unless her loving family protects her, she will not survive through the darkness. The pack dwindles witha curse that is killing them off, and she must rely on the Sight to bring peace at last to the free wolves in the valley.
This book has a lot of death in it, but the ending was really good, and it is a must-have for wolflovers. It is very realistic in looking out on the world from the point of view from wolves. Pick it up and have a look if you're interested.
One of the wolves gives birth to Larka and Fell. According to an ancient verse, a white wolf born beneath the castle would possess the Sight. She did.
The wolves are on the run from enemy wolves now, and Larka is helpless when it comes to learning about the Sight. Also, the verse says that unless her loving family protects her, she will not survive through the darkness. The pack dwindles witha curse that is killing them off, and she must rely on the Sight to bring peace at last to the free wolves in the valley.
This book has a lot of death in it, but the ending was really good, and it is a must-have for wolflovers. It is very realistic in looking out on the world from the point of view from wolves. Pick it up and have a look if you're interested.