Mending The Broken
We don't know what we did to deserve the fate we got. We never hurt any of them, we never even dared enter their territory and yet they still came. Every year they would come and every year some-one close to us would fall victim to them but we never fought back. We pretended to lived by the law that we would never drop to their level but in truth we were all to scared. But never the less, we never expected what was to come.
It was a warm spring evening and we had all just returned from a pack hunt. The nursing mothers had retired back to the den to see to their pups and the rest of us had decided to spend some time doing as we pleased.
It hadn't bean long since the pack had dispersed off into their social groups when the sound of thundering hooves could be heard coming over the hills. In an instant it made a stir, some-thing wasn't right. The sound grew louder and louder, their voices echoing through the night.
All of a sudden we were enclosed by an aggressive red glow. The forest was on fire. Painful howls sung through the night as we lost our lives to the flames. The pack fought with their lives to rescue their families but the heros perished too.
What is left now? There isn't much. The pack is small, all of the nursing females and their pups were claimed by the humans and so was half of the pack. But even still, we continue fighting. We live in fear everyday that the humans will come again. But all we can do is keep moving foreword, keep fighting the pain.
We don't know what we did to deserve the fate we got. We never hurt any of them, we never even dared enter their territory and yet they still came. Every year they would come and every year some-one close to us would fall victim to them but we never fought back. We pretended to lived by the law that we would never drop to their level but in truth we were all to scared. But never the less, we never expected what was to come.
It was a warm spring evening and we had all just returned from a pack hunt. The nursing mothers had retired back to the den to see to their pups and the rest of us had decided to spend some time doing as we pleased.
It hadn't bean long since the pack had dispersed off into their social groups when the sound of thundering hooves could be heard coming over the hills. In an instant it made a stir, some-thing wasn't right. The sound grew louder and louder, their voices echoing through the night.
All of a sudden we were enclosed by an aggressive red glow. The forest was on fire. Painful howls sung through the night as we lost our lives to the flames. The pack fought with their lives to rescue their families but the heros perished too.
What is left now? There isn't much. The pack is small, all of the nursing females and their pups were claimed by the humans and so was half of the pack. But even still, we continue fighting. We live in fear everyday that the humans will come again. But all we can do is keep moving foreword, keep fighting the pain.













