I Am So Boring.

["Old wolf, tell us a story please!" A young wolf pup begged her pack leader. "One about the Ancient one who you speak about so much! Please?" Her brother put in.
The old pack leader chuckled. "Ah, alright, alright." And he began.]

"Howl, The sorrowful song of a lone wolf breaks through the autumn night, as the sun sinks shyly under the tall trees and hiding its' shine. Colors of red and yellow begin splashing over the dark sky, the moonbeam the only light that lead the wolf as hunters camp near by, sleeping with a small fire in between the three of them. The wolf stayed away from the hunters, knowing what would happen, should she dare to go near.
She picked up the rabbit she had taken the time to hunt and walked to a random hollow tree, laying in it.

After the young wolf ate her dinner, she fell peacefully into a deep sleep. Night passed, and dawn arrived, carrying the scent of fresh rain into the wolfs' nose. The soft, peaceful smell helped her sleep for a while longer, and she tucked her sensitive nose into her long warm fur."

[A third young wolf pup rudely interrupted the story. "But she's only young?! We wanted a story about an old, ancient wolf. You give one about a young wolf?"
The old wolf shushed him. "Don't interrupt. This is an old story that happened before I was a pup." And the old wolf continued his story.]

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"When the wolf awoke from her sleep, she listened to the peaceful 'pitter patter' of the falling rain. She stood up and looked out of the hollow tree.
It was time to hunt again. She knew that. The rain would make the hunters not go after her, but would the prey be gone too? Probably. And the wolf didn't want to get wet. She'd freeze, for the early spring rain is like the frozen rain in winter, but is wet and stays with you more instead of stopping on her winter-protective pelt.
Oh well, The wolf thought to herself as she laid down and fell asleep again to slow her hunger.

A short while later, the rain stopped and the wolf had woken up at the sudden thunder that had ended the rain. She looked out the entrance of her den just as she had before. It was damp and cold. Oh well, she was hungry and it would work. She stood up and exited, wincing at the sudden cold hitting the pads of her paws as she stood on the damp mud. Blech, how she hated that feeling. Oh well, and she continued walking. After a while, she smelled something. Oh, what a curious wolf she was, and she followed the trail of scent. A small while, about two minutes, passed before she finally saw what the scent belonged to. Of course! She should've been old enough to recognize the smell of stranger wolves! But that one was different. A male about her size. She walked up to him.
'What's up?' The stranger wolf asked.
'I'm no threat to you,' The she-wolf replied shyly.
The stranger wolf repeated her with a whimper.
'I like you,' The she-wolf said, walking up closer to the stranger and sniffing him.
'Let's play!' The stranger wolf said, crouching into a playful crouch.
'Let's play!' The She-wolf repeated, doing the same crouch.
'Let's start a pack,' The stranger wolf said, coming up to her and licking her face.
'Let's start a pack,' She repeated, doing the same.
And that's when the Ancient One fell in love.
'My name is Samurai.' The stranger wolf told her. 'Mine is Ariel,' The Ancient One said."

["Wait, Ariel is the Ancient Ones' name?" The first pup burst out. "Yes, yes." The old one replied. "Let me continue."]


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"After the two love-bird wolves became mates and hunted elk together for about ten weeks, was when the pups arrived.
Four healthy pups. One of them was odd, like us,"
[The Old pack leader pointed his muzzle around at all the un-natrual colored wolves around him,]
"And was red. With black stripes and white muzzle and areas. See, Ariel was dark brown and Samurai was white, so this was un-natrual. And the other pups were all 'natural' colored, which for us isn't natural. They were all brown and black and white and those colors. So Ariel decided to name two pups and Samurai named the other two. Ariel chose 'Pyro' for the different pup, and 'Clover' for a white she-pup.
Samurai chose 'Maple' for a brown male pup and 'Stamina' for a black male pup."


["Papa," The Old Ones' daughter of five years old giggled. "The pups didn't want to hear a love story, they wanted to hear a story with action."
"Ah, ah, alright, how about a story of Pyro, then?" The leader smiled. His daughter nodded. "Lets' continue onto that, then." The old leader said.]


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"So after that, the pups got older, as pups do. Pyro grew at a faster speed than all of them, and Ariel and Samurai secretly started wondering if she was a wolf at all.
When the pups were all one year old, something tragic happened to them. Lets' hear about that.
Pyro and Clover were out hunting elk together, bonding into best friends. And right as Clover took the killing bite of the buck, the two male pups, Maple and Stamina, ran over to warn them about a bear that Maple had seen while hunting a coyote. Clover gave Pyro a worried glance as both she-wolves ate the buck, their brothers joining in. Pyro didn't believe her brothers, because earlier that month they had lied about seeing a 'giant snake.'
'Let us explore and see if there really is a bear,' Pyro said, giving Clover a nudge. Clover slowly accepted. So the two wolves were off, their two brothers running after them. Pyro and Clover kept walking until they saw a bear. They glanced uncertainly at each other for a moment, then they silently agreed to kill the bear.
Pyro went charging to the bear and took a bloody bite of it, and Clover repeated. The bear growled and clawed at Clover, and Clovers' side bled a lot. But Pyro kept biting the bear, and soon both the bear and Clover fell over, dead. Pyro glanced at both of them and backed away with her tail and ears down. Stamina and Maple, who had been watching but it had happened too quickly and they were out of breath and couldn't charge in to help. Pyro was bleeding badly, but her red and black pelt didn't show it too well."

["Oh, no! Was Pyro okay?!" A pup asked. "Yes, yes, let me continue with something that happened the next month." The old leader replied.]

"So the next month, Pyro was taking a swim in the river, thinking about what she had done the month before. Soon enough, Maple and Stamina came to her and told her they had seen 'the biggest buck in the world' and they wanted her to come hunt him with them. Pyro accepted the offer and got out of the river, shaking herself dry. The three wolves walked together, Pyro silent and her brothers chatting about nonsense. They soon reached an odd thing in the ground that went just over shoulder-length. It had small broken trees in it with spiky metal between them. On the inside were weird elk. They were larger than real elk and fat. They were all grazing in the cage of tree and metal, disturbing Pyros' nose with their stench.
'Maple, those aren't el-' Pyro was cut off before she could finish her sentence. 'What- What- What is that sound?!' Pyro stared around them as the odd animals started mooing and dogs started barking. 'Stamina! Get back here!' Pyro cried, her brother had jumped the metal and wooden cage and killed a small infant animal. But he didn't hear her.
Or the animals.
He didn't hear anything but his 'munch munch' on the meat of the small animal. 'Boom!' ... Where was Stamina now? Oh no! Something shot him! He died! Pyro backed away with her ears down. 'Maple! Run!' Pyro cried, running back to where their den was.
Maple ran after her, but 'boom' he was also shot. Pyro shrieked and ran faster, full speed, to the den she was born in. Her parents were both out hunting, and she laid on the ground outside of the den."

["Oh, no. Pyro's a-alone?" The second pup burst out. "All three of her littermates are dead? What about her parents? The Ancient one isn't dead is she?!" The old leader tried calming the pup, "It's alright, just listen to the story."]

"A year later, Pyro was two years old. It was time for her to leave and start a pack of her own. Just as you must start a pack when you're older. Pyro took her first step away from her home and looked back. She couldn't go back, she was too old for her parents pack and Ariel was already expecting more pups. So Pyro continued walking away, wondering what to do now.
She stumbled upon the same scent that Ariel did two years back, in the beginning. Pyro followed it, her nose close to the ground like a hound dog. Then she saw the wolf it belonged to. Pyro cheerfully walked up to it. 'Hello!' Pyro said. The stranger wolf looked at her. 'I'll wait here.' He said. 'I'm no threat to you,' Pyro said, for she had heard what her mother did when she met her mate. 'I'll stay put,' the stranger wolf said. 'You're stronger than I am,' Pyro said. 'Get going!' The stranger wolf said, biting Pyro. Pyro whimpered and ran."

["So not all wolves are nice like Samurai?" A wolf pup asked. "No, no, most are quite mean. But don't worry." The old one said.]

"And that same exact thing happened to Pyro three more times. But it was a different wolf each time, and they were all far apart. Pyro was about to give up hope as she scented the fifth scent and followed it. There was a 'strange' wolf, just like we are. He was white with red and yellow and blue. Pyro was shocked when she saw him. She had seen hundreds of wolves in her life, none looked a thing like that one. So Pyro walked up to him.