the wild things

Help had come for him. A white female came from the rocky entrance and settled next to him. He assumed that it was another wolf from his Pack coming to bring him back to his mother. "Bawoo, bawoo..." he whispered excitedly as he smelled the warm scent of milk. Instinct guided him over and he began to suckle on the teat. Maybe this was his mother! Her dark fur had changed, but she still had milk. It had to be her.

 Just as he finished, another wolf had come. His voice was strong and loud, frightening him a little. So he used his epic (not really) climbing skills to crawl on top of the lighter one's back. He looked up at the other bigger one. He looked alot like the giant who grabbed his sister! Where was she now? "Mrrrrr!" It was an attempt to growl, but it wasn't as good as he planned.