The Valley Of The Wolves

Wolf eater

"The howl of that black pelted creature in the swamp."

"Do you mean-. No. How could you have heard Lobo Comedor and lived? No, no, no, impossible that is." She shook her head.

"But I did." I gaped. "I did hear it." Her head snapped up to look at me.

"Then we are all doomed Lobo." She spat.

The wolf standing next to me quivered, smelling the fear sent of their fearless shamen.
These wolves were petrified of this monster.
I opened my mouth to say something more but she stopped me.

"Why have you come here? What use does it lend you to leave the safety of your pack to come to the swamp."

"I had a dream, and I was told this dream could be a prophecy." I spoke carefully, not entirely sure this she-wolf wouldn't bite my tail to a stump just for the fun of it.

"Tell me the story perro tonto. We don't have all day"

    I spoke this story carefully, making sure she knew it was only a dream, since I could explain it in great vivid detail many, many times.

    I was walking in the swamp, I walked for a long time. Eventually I tripped over a decaying log. White bones stuck out of the mud, clean and stripped of meat. But I kept walking against my better judgment.

    Eventually the forest scenery began to change. Long deep scratches on trees, the deep humming of bugs. I could feel that I was being watched. It was apparent as ice cold water seeping into your fur.

    Then I heard it. A howl of a pained dying animal calling out with its final breath. I couldn't tell where it was coming from, much less what it was.

    I heard the crunch of bone and flesh, That of a killing blow. The murder of this creature was big. With jaws powerful enough to snap through bone. Not to mention hungry.

    I ran in a random direction hoping it was opposite of the monster. I ran until the ground tried to grab my paws and keep them there. Yanking my paws from the increasingly sticky ground I tumbled forward, Falling face first into the mud. It clung to my pelt and continued to drag me down. I gasped for breath, struggling to get free.

    I heard pawsteps circling me, waiting for the moment to pounce. The moment when I stop struggling from exhaustion.

    A whimper escaped my lips.

    Not being able to hold back its hunger the creature leapt forward out of its hiding spot.

    This creature was more than three times my size with a shaggy mangled coat. Its build was large and muscular propped on legs that were long and thin. It had a long wide muzzle with sharp teeth. Its eyes were hard to look away from, red and sunken in. Its long whip thin tail lashed hunderly behind it.

    A growl rumbled deep in its throat. I stumbled backwards finally freeing myself from the clinging ground. The creature flung back its head and opened its maw, to my surprise and horror It made the same dying sound that I had heard.

Shocking me back into my senses I stood up and ran. Faster than I ever have, My legs stumbled together, So fast I was worried I would trip myself.

The angry roar of the creature almost made me freeze with fear. The creature started to tear through the forest after me, I knew exactly where it was by the crashing of trees and underbrush. But it was gaining, and quickly.

I skidded to a stop in front of a moon pale fox, It had three glowing tails spread out behind it with a calm peaceful look on its face. I growled at the fox and moved to get around it but it blocked me.

Out of desperation I tried to scare this fox. Convincing it that I was going to kill it if it refused to move

But it was too smart to be fooled, I had no intent on hurting this fox.

'Follow me.' She said calmly and ushered me into a burrow that I hadn't noticed.

I squeezed down the narrow hole after her, almost getting my tail snapped in half by the black creature just outside the door. I pulled my tail closer.

The fox stared at me before stepping forward to touch her nose with mine.

She said something like 'I am the fur that ruffles your back, I am the twist and shake of your tail. Let yourself appear in the shape of my body: no one can tell; others will fear; dare not come near!'

She then said 'You are Myristica, you are changing, You are fox.'

Then When i looked down I was a fox.

"She called it Wa'akkir" I recalled, coming back from the trance that receding the dream had put me in.

The shaman stared at me, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"You, my child, did indeed experience a prophecy." I turned to the wolf next to me, but there was only air there. He must have fled out the door hearing my story.

Seeing my confusion she explained "I told him to leave." She turned to her shelfs of medicine and herbs.

Seeming to find comfort among the smells of the dried plants. "Only foxes can use Wa'akkir. A gift granted to them due to them being the lesser spesies. But if my theory is true, this white fox may have gifted you some of it."