The Island

It was warm that day as Majesty made his way to the coast. As he walked along the sand, enjoying the warmth of it on the pads of his paws, he gazed out to sea, and spotted something he had never noticed before: an island. Hmm? he thought to himself. I wonder what is out there… As he continued to look, he realized that it didn't seem very far away, and, without a second thought, he began wading out into the ocean to begin the swim over to it.

He was about halfway submerged in the water when suddenly he felt the earth begin to slope upwards, and he climbed up out of the water onto a slightly submerged sandbar. He was now only ankle-deep in the water. He took the time to shake some of the saltwater from his fur, and look around. The island was closer, and he could see seagulls circling around a cliff-face on the left side of the island, sounding to each other. Most would probably think the sound was annoying, but enjoyed the cawing of the birds, just as he enjoyed all other aspects of nature.

He followed the sandbar, wondering how close it would take him to the island, and was pleasantly surprised when he found that he only had to submerge himself in the water again when he was just a few feet from shore. With a smile, he bounded through the waves, letting their pull help him to the beach. When he was completely out of the water, his legs thoroughly covered in sand that he would definitely need to clean later, he took a look around.

The island was small. Not so small that it was uninhabitable. It was at least a few miles wide in each direction. He seemed to be in about the middle of it. To his left were the cliffs, which seemed climbable if given time and patience. The seagulls called to one another, and a few of them came over to him, circling over his head in curiosity. He guessed that not many wolves ventured to this island.

To his right was a coniferous forest, and even as he turned his face toward it, he could feel the lowering in temperature. He loped towards the trees, and when he breached them, he was pleasantly surprised by the coolness of the forest on this mildly hot day. He wished his coat of fur would begin to shed. It was getting closer to Summer and his fur was thicker than most. He continued through the trees, looking around and exploring this new area.

The more he thought about it and looked around, the more he realized that this would be the perfect area to start a pack. He stopped at a freshwater pond to take a drink, and watched as a few rabbits scurried away from him. He decided to give chase, digging his paws into the ground for more traction and keeping his head lowered to give himself more speed. He had never been very good at hunting, but he was hungry, so he hoped this time he could catch something.

Soon enough, he was digging into the fresh rabbit corpse, enjoying the flavor of the meat. The small meal would be enough to hold him over for now. He decided to take a nap then, and returned to the shoreline to do so, landing on his side in the sand and reveling in its warmth. With a full belly and the sun's warmth on his fur, he fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of a future in which he was the Alpha of his own pack.