CHAPTER 2 Alone wolf

There were consequences for crying too much. My tears were linked with the rain. I could cause a flood and a lot more damage. I had to close my eyes to stop crying.

Grandma would never want to see you like this, I tried, fighting back my tears. I know she wouldn't. She wanted me to be strong and not for me to be sad.

I had finally managed to have my tears under control. The heavy rain pouring outside soon calmed down. I still didn't feel like leaving the tree nor to eat anything, though I was hungry. My stomach growled. I ignored it as always. I was too sad to eat anything. I slept in the entire day.

The morning I had managed to leave the tree. My paws sunk into the ground with each step I made. The earth was softened by the rain. Too soft, that it was difficult to find a firm section to walk without the feeling of sinking. Droplets of rainwater rolled from the leaves falling onto my furry back. I soon became wet.

I was starving after missing out on meals for a week. I needed something to eat quickly.

Both ears raised listening for any small prey roaming by and my nose sniffed for their sense. I was disappointed not to smell or hear any prey. Once I could locate a prey to eat instantly, but now it was taking much longer than I thought. I sauntered along the depth of the forest trying to find anything to put a stop to my hunger. I found nothing. No rabbits, mice, birds, snakes, or other small animals. I was not a fan of fish, and neither was my grandmother. We would only consume them for nutritional reasons by biting off their heads. Their head was good for imposing lower risks of injury for hunting large mammals. I was surprised when I went to the river. There was no fish. I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing.

For hours I have been hunting for food, dripping wet, and was unlucky to find any. I drank some water and return to the tree, hoping I will be lucky to catch prey the next day. It was getting dark and it was safer inside. I shook myself dry before going inside.

The entire night my belly growled, and my stomach ached from hunger. It was difficult to sleep. Through a tiny hole in the tree one eye watched eagerly for the morning light, so, I could begin my next hunting.

The morning I was out, running through bushes and passing trees anxiously seeking something to eat. Disappointedly, The day was as unlucky as the day before. I found no prey. It seemed as if all the animals had migrated from where I was to another location. Dust came, and I returned home more hungrily than ever. I fell onto the floor of the tree, now feeling weak. My body was shivering. I needed something to eat badly or I'll would die of starvation.

It was hopeless wanting to search for any prey the following day, for it felt like I was now the only creature lurking through the depth of the forest. My stomach had had enough of being filled with water to fight the urge of hunger. I needed meat. A big juicy bone with thick flesh to satisfy my hunger. If I don't eat something fast, I will surely become weaker and unable to do any more hunting. I could die in my tree.

The next day I again hunted for food, as always I was unlucky. I had doubts I would receive the same result followed my previous hunt for food but I hoped that probably things would have been better this time. Not even a crawling insect I could find. I truly was feeling like the only one here. My eyes paused straight ahead of me, knowing the only way I will survive now was to leave the depth of the forest. My head turned away recollecting the promise I had made to my grandmother and that was to never leave the depth of the forest.

The night in the tree starving, the thought of leaving where I was to find food consumed my mind. But the promise I had made to my grandmother overshadowed any thoughts of leaving.

I was safer where I am, safe from The Grey Pack. The night The Grey Pack secretly attacked my pack, my grandmother told me, the alpha whose name she feared to tell me, saw her. She had to block our scent from him and hide before running for safety. So, The alpha knew I was alive. His pack could still be searching for me. That's why my grandmother doesn't want me to leave the forest.

My grandmother wished before she died for me, was to die as old as her, sadly I wasn't if I don't get something to eat fast.

The night I spun and turned the entire time in the tree. I was miserable with hunger and could not sleep. I needed food to eat. The morning I tried drinking some water to again fill my stomach. I pass it all out and fell weak by the river bank. I managed to get up after I gained some energy.

As I was returning to my home. I paused looking straight ahead of me, at the way that leads me from the depth of the forest. My stomach growled loudly as ever and my mouth ran at the thought of the number of prey I could catch out there. I felt my body move and I stopped myself, recollecting the promise I had made. My head turned to look at the tree my grandmother and I once shared as our home. A low sound of unhappiness emerged from my mouth at the thought of sleeping tonight again in hunger. I was unable to bear it anymore. For a week and days, I haven't eaten. I needed food badly.

My head turned away from my home and I began to trot hurriedly from the depth of the forest. I was not going to allow myself to die of hunger, even if it means breaking my grandmother's promise.