Lost Creek Hollow The Sharpest Lives

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 Sherlock felt eyes watching him. He turned and saw a larger male looking right at him. He swallowed some saliva and he got up. His tail was placed between his legs and he didn't feel very good. Was it the hunger or was it the feeling of being in trouble? He bowed his head, like any loner would to another wolf to greet him.

 Had he interrupted something he shouldn't have? He stepped backward thinking that he was too close to the border."I heard a pack was starting here. I have come to join." He coughed which at that point hurt his throat since it was sore from coughing. He was right at the point of fainting from lack of food. He prayed that the pack had a healer to help him get better. Every blink made him feel more and more tired from walking all day."I'm also in need of something to help me get better." His stomach snarled at Sherlock as if it was treatening him.

He looked at the ground and felt shy for a moment. Who did he think he was demanding to be helped. If this male did not let him in the pack he would understand."My name is Sherlock."