a snippet of lone wolf book 1 part 1 chapter 1
#1 of lone wolf
this is only part of chapter one and i have ben working on it verry hard so please only constructive critisisim and now without futher adue i give you a snipet of lone wolf book one part one chapter one
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Chapter 1
Away...
Before she felt even the first twinge in her belly the she-wolf set out to find a remote birthing den. She knew somehow that this birth would not be the same as the others. She had been traveling for days now, and she could sense her time was near. So far she had seen nothing that would serve as a den. There were several shallow pits but those wouldn't do. Pits offered no shelter, and though it was almost spring weather could turn treacherous in a flash. The pups could freeze. The sound of their fresh hearts beating so fiercely would grow dim under a thin glaze of ice until the hearts stopped, and there was only silence. That had happened before to the she-wolf. She had licked those three pups until her tongue was dry and bleeding from the cold shards, but she had not been able to keep up with the ice. This was her third litter. All this time, she knew she had to get as far away from the pack, away from her clan, away from her mate, and most of all, away from the obea.
Finally, on the night of the fifth rising moon that now hung like an ice blade on the horizon, she found a crevice under a rock ledge. She smelled it before she saw it. The scent of fox was distinct. She hoped it was not a whelping den. Just the fox, dear lupus. She sent up a silent prayer. She did not want to contend with fox kits.
And it had been just a fox---a fox waiting to give birth. The she-wolf routed her and took the den, settling in for a time. The fox smell lingered. Fine, she thought it would provide another layer of concealing scent. She rolled around in the scat she found nearby and then snorted to herself as she imagined what her pups would think of their mum.
Then they came. Three pups, two tawny like their father, the other one silvery grey. They were perfect in her eyes. Indeed, it took her a while to discover the one little flaw on the silver pup---a slight splay to his front paw. When the she-wolf examined it more closely, she saw that this paw had a dim tracery of a spiral, like a swirled star, on its footpad. It was odd, but certainly not a deformity. And she told herself the splay of the paw was minor. He was not a malcadh, the ancient wolf word for cursed. It was such a slight flaw, and she had hope that the splay might lessen in the days that followed. The toes that pointed out might rotate back and the tracery was so dim it wouldn't leave a print even in soft mud. The silver pup was strong. She could tell by the way he sucked on her teat. Still, she was glad she had taken the precaution of finding a birthing den far away.
She dragged the pups one by one in to the deeper recesses of the crevice, whitch thankfully had two or three tunnels that extended into a nesting chamber. Here she planned to stay wrapped around her pups for several days, nurseing them in the quiet darkness for as long as she could. She knew that soon enough they would become restless, and when their eyes finally opened they would seek the pale thread of light that shined feebly at the dens opening, drawn to it as strongly as they were drawn to to the milk from her teats, as strongly as they would be later be by the scent of meat.
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remember this is only part of chapter one there will be more to this chapter