I have been inspired by many things! Mostly my friends, always encouraging me to write these sily...
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Early next morning I awoke thinking about what had happened last night. I walked outside and felt a cool breeze and the essence of the morning dew was strong. The aroma of deer lingered around my den as well. The morning seemed so happy though
many of the pack members stood in shock in the center of the plaza, wondering where the Soul Stone had gone. Several different conversations were going on. One of my ‘friends’ had gone to the Great Den to retrieve breakfast for me.
I didn’t feel like going and getting my own breakfast. I walked to my den and slowly walked inside. I circled around twice and lay down. I heard the snap of a twig and swung my head around. It was Scul. Scul was an old wolf. He was pure white with scar over his left eye and a sword strapped onto his back. He was one of the Elder Wolves. He was number one in the Council of Elders. The Elders are wolves that had retired from being Alpha (and are still alive to this day) and the number that they are is how many years ago they were Alpha. They know many secrets that we do not know.
“Scul!” I blurted out. I ran to him and licked him.
“Ler, I heard that the Soul Stone has been stolen,” he barked ignoring me.
“Yeah, it must be the Huemons!” I blurted out. Scul gave me a stern look and turned away.
“Ler, who do you think stole the Soul Stone?”
“The Huemons! Who else would steal something so important from our pack? After all, they do hate us,”
“You can’t blame everything on the Huemons,”
“For all we know, it could be one of our own kind,”
“You think that the thief may be one of us? Then who do you think it is?”
“I think it may be your father Ler. Just think about it. Has he been acting strange lately?”
“Yes, but you still don’t have the right to accuse my father! It could be you! Maybe you’re just hiding it by saying that my father is the thief! You lie!” I roared running away. I looked back only once and I saw Scul calling me to stop rather than hearing him. My eyes were full of tears and my ears felt like someone had stuffed it with cotton. I felt so bad replying to Scul like that. He was one of my only best friends. I had to go back and apologize. Later. Not yet. Maybe I won’t even apologize. Ever.