Story will be here, I must consider my ideas.
I think I want to do something with a roamnce of his because he falls in love quickly. XD
PART TWOThe WolfMuñeco, for that was the scrafyz name, had been traveling for sometime now. The forest seemed to stretch out around him, and it seemed to grow darker and darker, which frightened him. Soon, he found a place to rest under the roots of a tree, and there he curled up and went to sleep.
He woke up early the next morning to find it was raining, and water was splashing him slightly from his cover, just enough to make him uncomfortably damp. He tried to go back farther in the burrow, but the rain only got harder, and he predicted it would flood his little room. So, with some reluctance and a deep, shaky sigh, he leaped out of his hiding place into the rain, to search for a better cover that wouldn't flood.
After a few minutes of searching and getting miserably soaking wet, he discovered a small cave and rushed in without thinking, simply glad to be out of the rain. However, he soon realized his mistake, for he crashed right into a mother wolf who lived there.
"And what are you doing in my cave?" The large animal questioned, growling at the scarfyz. She doubted this child was a threat, but it was still rather annoying for somebody to burst in and invade your cave, all soaking wet as he was.
"Ah, I'm so sorry." The young animal exclaimed, backing away. The large creature sacred him, as he had never met a wolf before. What if it ate scarfyz? "I just wanted to get out of the rain."
The wolf observed him for a few moments, then nodded her head. "Yes, I see your all wet. Fine, then, you can stay for awhile. Me and my pups will not harm you, don't worry. But don't wake them up, they finally got to sleep."
It was so that Muñeco met his first friend, the mother wolf.
PART THREEAutumn ComesMuñeco was invited to stay with the mother wolf after awhile, and, with her pups, she taught him how to hunt and search for the best fruits and vegetables in the forest. Muñeco worked hard to learn and fit in with the wolves, and soon felt he was destined to live with them as his family forever. Still he somehow felt he wanted the company of his own kind. Yet there seemed to be no other scrafyz living in the wood, and the wolves were kind, so he quickly pushed that aside and lived on.
The seasons past on, and Muñeco did not leave the wolf pack. He had arrived in late winter, and lived there through spring, and soon he was joining their scavenger and hunting parties in summer. He almost felt he was one of the wolves now, and no one seemed to mind that he was obviously different. However, things changed somehow upon the coming of autumn, all because of a certain event that would lead the young scrafyz away from his wolf family and drag him back into the world.
He had been watching the leaves falling, along with his two best friends, two of the pups he had been raised with, who were called Sol and Lune. They were having a little relaxing contest, to catch leaves of a certain color and pile them in different groups. The pack was doing fairly well, and so Muñeco and his friends had not a care.
However, as Muñeco hurried deeper and ahead through the forest after new leaves, he stopped upon hearing an odd noise. he watched his surroundings carefully, and, after a few moments, noticed a pair of eyes in a bush afore him.
It was then that a figure lumped out at him, knocking him down with a huff. He shouted slightly, and coughed, as the dust on the forest floor swished about them. When he opened his eyes, he looked up to see...
Eye like his. Six eyes. Wolves did not have six eyes, most animals here did not...
This thing was like him! Another
scarfyz!"You have'tah be careful, brother!" Said the new scarfyz as he let Muñeco go apologetically. "Standin' out here like that, I here there'sah WOLVES in these here parts!"
"Yes, I know." Says Muñeco, watching the scarfyz carefully. "I live with them. They're my... adoptive family!"
"That's mad that is!" Said the nervous scrafyz in reply. "Where I come from we try our best to avoid those wolves... Say... could you maybe help me and my family travel through here? If your friends with these wolves? Cuz we might need protection..."
This was the beginning of something new. Muñeco knew it. He learned that this scarfyz was named Piglet, and they they were apart of a traveling tribe. He introduced them to the wolves, and, after a few weeks, decided he would leave with them.
This is the end of Muñeco's story, but the beginning of a new turn in his life, for him.
