The third Arctic Wolf story

Sorry that this is only a teeny tiny reader's snack! I'll work on it some more. UPDATE: Sorry, I think I'll have to keep it this way, actually.

The Call of the wild

Snowflake, the arctic wolf, is eager to respond.

Chapter One

            I yawned and stretched in the early morning sun, but the sleepiness did not linger for long. I jumped up and started loping towards my food and water bowls. I was proud of the wild instincts and skills that I had but the others did not. My sire, Flame, was the leader of the Fire Torrent Pack, the most feared and respected pack in the land, and my dame, Diamond, was his mate. My ancestor was Runt, who was renamed Singer. I sniffed and smelled Hunor and Magyar, friendly, also arctic wolf, twins. When I also scented water, I bounded towards the little creek. I swam to where the twins were. “I’m going to catch a seal!” Magyar boasted. “Oh, but I’m going to catch a polar bear!” Hunor contradicted. “The one right there!” he howled as he bowled me over. “Get off,” I complained. He dove deep underwater again. “Yeesh, what a grouch,” he said. As I sniffed again I glanced where the stream went disappeared under the fence.

            I might be able to dig a hole deep enough to escape! And I know that outside this wall is the forest! I remember how to live in the forest! The thought gave me a burst of excitement. I have to act normal, or the Twolegs will suspect me. I whispered to Hunor and Maygar my plan, as well as my sister, Silverflame, my father, my mother, and every wolf in this place. My father brightened up and said, “I had lost all hope…... until now,” I loped off to plan with Silverflame. “Silverflame, we can sneak out in the middle of the night, and grab the key in our claws, then let everyone out!” We conversed and conversed and conversed until dusk fell. “Now’s the time,” I whispered silently to Silverflame.