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Date Posted: 13:37:20 12/14/02 Sat
Author: { Dangerous Grounds }
Subject: Tales

(Hey,sorry about the absense. I had to visit reletives and finish school work. Sigh)

The wolf loved to tell stories. When he had to babysit his former pack's pups he would keep them orderly with a story. Sitting up with importance he began:

This was a long while ago when I still had my mother with me. I was all she had left of her former pack and so I stayed even when grown. Her name was Deianeira. We lived in human country and you know how troublesome those brutes can be.
We had woken early with the intention on pilfering from the humans. They had a whole pen filled with musk ox and those warm entrails were calling. The first time we had come it was successful. The second time we were greeted with a loaded rifle. But the humans were never up at this time so the ox were ripe for the picking. Once there we crept under the wire fence and looked for a weak one. Those ox are the bull-headiest things and we could be butted sky high or trampled if we weren't careful so we had to be choosey. Anyway we found the perfect one - an old female. We killed it as swiftly and quietly could but those dang ox bellow so. Out popped the humans but we were already out the fence and dragging at least half of the ox for the hills. They fired but missed of course. Once home my mother ran into our den with the ox but wouldn't allow me in. She said I should look for a kill of my own since she wasn't feeling too well and wouldn't be coming out anytime soon. She had been acting oddly lately so I didn't complain. I managed to pick off a bear kill in fact. But when I came back there was nothing left of our den. It was flattened and there was blood strewn about. I knew it was Deianeira's before I even smelled it. All too true. I never saw her again although I don't think she is dead. The tracks around our former home were wolf and I doubt they ate my mom. Probably stole but not eaten.

He was silent after he told his story and laid back down. He looked about tiredly for any water and ,finding none, contented himself with stretching out.

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.never seen again?. -- Windchaser, 04:30:51 12/15/02 Sun
- True -- { Dangerous Grounds }, 17:38:49 12/15/02 Sun
  - .stories by the fireside. -- Windchaser, 19:35:41 12/15/02 Sun