Pack of Love by Sara Ballard
In a valley under some ancient mountains of Russia, there were some old stone ruins. Many of these ruins made small cave-like dens. One of which was the shelter for a small wolf pack in a winter storm.
Night was settling over the stone den quickly. A very handsome wolf strode in and shook the snow off his thick grey fur. As he went deeper, he met his mate and two little pups. Their eyes were now open and the fur was starting to become more distinguished. Kar looked up from his pups to his mate. She was very beautiful and her fur was as white as the freshly fallen snow.
"I'm sorry, we couldn't find any food. The pack will have to go hungry again tonight." said Kar.
"You'll probably have to start going farther through the territory. But we will stick together in this. We've been through a lot worse before." replied Nadja. The she-wolf was right. As Kar was thinking, a very lean black and white she-wolf walked into the den. It was Asob, the old nurse. Walking behind her was Gera, Nadja's brother and the runt of the pack. He shivered under his fur and scattered snow everywhere around him.
They had been out hunting all day. But the pack had no luck. Winter meant food was scarce and it had been three nights since their last meal. A gust of cold wind blew into the den. Asob and Gera went in further to huddle closer to Nadja and her pups. As did Kar. He laid his muzzle on Nadja's paws and licked her nose and each of his cubs.
"Good night my little ones." he growled softly. Everyone was tired from the days journey and soon sleep wafted over them.
By the next summer, the cubs had grown considerably. One a she-wolf, Kipcha, and the other a male, Tsaan. They were so opposite; in personality and in coloring. Kipcha was solid white with a single black stripe on her tail and she was very adventurous. Tsaan, on the other hand, was grey and black and very lazy.
"Come on and play, Tsaan. Father says it's good for us," pleaded Kipcha. "Pleeease."
"Fine." said Tsaan, and then pounced on Kipcha, surprising her. They played with each other, pouncing and biting in the grass until they got tired.
Their mother, father, and Gera went out hunting while old Asob watched the cubs. As soon as the young wolves got settled down, they padded in front of her under the shade of a large pine tree.
"Will you tell us a story, Asob? Please?" pleaded Kipcha. She loved stories, especially when the nurse told them.
"Of course. Hmmm, which one shall I tell? I know! How about the one of The Pack? I think that will do for today."
"Which one is that?" asked Tsaan.
"It is a new one for you. Of a pack so loving and devoted to one another at a time of terrible war." This got the cubs full attention. They never got to hear many stories of war and fighting.
"A long time ago there was a small pack, very similar to ours. They lived in a time of rivalry between the free wolves and a rebel pack. The rebel pack consisted of many muscular wolves who loved to fight. They always started trouble for the free wolves who were their neighbors, and wanted to take control."
"One day the free wolves had enough and declared war on the rebels. Every wolf in the forest fought each other, barking and snapping their fangs. All except one pack, the pack of love. They were caught up in the middle of everything. But they held their ground as the war was fought around them. It was always muzzle against muzzle. The fight never stopped; it went on for days in a valley called Dolina. Blood and dead carrion everywhere. Scavengers were having a feast."
Kipcha and Tsaan shuddered at the thought.
"Soon the poor pack couldn't stand it anymore. Right in the middle of the Valley, the whole pack howled. The howl wasn't of recognition or triumph, but of sadness and love. It rang out so deeply from their souls, that all the wolves in the entire valley stopped their fighting as the howl rattled through their bones and marrow."
"The pack howled until the despair in their souls couldn't take it any longer. Their hearts were torn at the sight of all the blood that was spilt. Every wolf in Kosovo looked around them at what they had done. The howl seemed to open up their minds to what they were really doing. The pack walked around the rebels and the free wolves, out of the bloody valley and left the others to stare in awe at them."
"No wolf dared say a word to the pack as they walked away into the forest beyond. As the rebels and free wolves looked around them at their fallen comrades, they agreed never to fight again, for now their own hearts were full of the pack's despair. No one shall forget what had taken place in the lonely valley."
There was silence as Asob finished her story to the cubs. But then-
"What happened to the pack, Asob?" asked Kipcha.
"Nobody knows. After that day, they just disappeared."
"That was a beautiful story." said Tsaan, just as the others arrived back from the hunting trip. All of them held a big strip of venison meat in their mouths. Kar dropped his morsel and looked at his cubs.
"So what did you guys do?" he asked them.
With a mouth full of some of her mother's meat, Kipcha answered, "Asa told urs a stroy."
"Oh really? I can't wait to hear about what it was." laughed Nadja.
Everyone ate in peace around the cubs until they were finished. Kipcha couldn't wait to tell them the story herself.
As she was telling the story, she didn't notice her parents exchange knowing glances at Asob and Gera. Kipcha finished and lay beside her brother. Soon she was tired. With a full stomach and soft grass all around her, Kipcha fell asleep next to Tsaan, warm sunshine raining down on their fur. Before the cubs were born, and the pack had lost other pack members, this pack lived in a forest outside the valley named Kosovo. This pack that stood in the middle of a bloody civil war with no fear. This pack that was true to one another, was the pack of love.
Short story inspired by the book The Sight byDavid Clement-Davies
so much for pack of hate...
there's like a giant question mark floating over my head
I'm a weird one. That was my first thought.
just from reading my title? haa
you could read it, I didn't know what else to call it XD
you could read it, I didn't know what else to call it XD