A claw in the past

Discovery

As I left my cave to hunt for my breakfast, I realised that a pack of wolves were staring at me in their hunting form. Suddenly, I heard paws patting the frosty, but fresh morning earth. That was was when I thought that life in the wild was going to be hard. Well, harder than my old life in Africa.

Every day when I'm out hunting I see the male wolf dotted here and there as if he knows that I'm out and every morning I see him outside the cave. When I am awake he seems to go back to his pack...

I can't help but feel he is watching over me because whenever I wake up there is always some food. Different every day. Its a little weird isn't it. That every morning the wolf is outside my cave and there is good next to me.

But today the wolf was laying next to me. So I decided to give him some meat and then the wolf came closer and rest his head in my lap so I decided to train him and from that second forth he was my best friend and my pet we then lived as one through food and health and wats we were always together. After a while I turned into a wolf myself and we lived the rest of our lives in peace and harmony.