Packs of the Forest - A Feral Dog Story-

[Crystal]

Packs of the Forest:
The Blizzard

Crystal Petronela

[Crystal]

Prologue:

Wind was howling outside the Legion's cave, as if it were a wolf. Inside the cave, there were many feral dogs in it, young and old, of all shape and size, of all gender and breed. Thunder and lightning split the sky and the distant sea and caused some of the dogs to whimper and shake in fear. Gold and crimson leaves rained down also. It was autumn. Autumn was the time to gather as much prey as possible before the window of fall shut and the window of winter opened, causing snowflakes to be everywhere and the nights were long and cold. If only winter only lasted for a small amount of time, considering that spring and summer was the best time for the feral dogs. "Mommy, what's all that noise and why is it flashing outside?" asked a pup who was curled up against his mother while his brothers and sisters whined sadly.
........."It's called lightning, the flashes you see, and thunder, the loud rumbles you hear. Dogs should be afraid of both of these, since they can kill. One time my, never mind, you're too young for learning about this," said the mother, Ivy.
........."Please?" begged the pup with round brown eyes that looked like pools of chocolate. The mother couldn't resist.
........."Fine, um, well, your dad's uncle, Rocky, he was out during a storm and then lightning struck him. He was supposed to be on a hunt, and it stormed on his way and when it took so long for him to get back, we found his body black and burned in the forest." Ivy's voice was starting to crack, as if she knew Rocky for a very long time.
........."He was dead?" asked the pup, his jaws gaping wide and his eyes shrinking ever so slowly.
........."Yes, he was. This is why you could fear thunder and lightning."
.........At the exact same time, thunder rumbled through the sky and the cave seemed to vibrate, as if lightning had struck it, but that was impossible! Tiny fragments of rocks vibrated on the ground and the pup looked at them with interest. A gust of wind blew by the cave and then a dog, in the figure of a very furry wolf appeared. All the dogs gasped in surprise. "Flint, is the storm ever going to stop?" asked an old dog named Bones.
.........The new she-dog was panting as raindrops streamed down her black and tan fur. Her hazel eyes looked up and said, "Soon, but we all have to be patient now. I also must say something else. Winter is arriving early."