Lobo 6

Here we have our second story. Have a read its very good!

Fluke’s Journey

The Night whispered around him, feeding his senses. His nose flared at the smell of prey, and he started to drool at the prospect of raw meat. He crouched low behind a bush, ready to spring. But all was not as it seemed.

The doe he was hunting underwent a change. The bear turned around and stared straight into his eyes. It let out a low grumble deep in its throat, turning into a full-blown roar.

The bear charged, and he was paralyzed with fear. The bear clamped onto his throat. A splash of red stained the bushes, followed by darkness.

Fluke awoke with a start, and shivered. Outside, Light was filtering through the trees.

He let out a small whimper. His mother trotted over, a look of concern on her face.

“What’s wrong, Fluke?” Aleu asked with sharp concern in her eyes.

“I had a bad dream,” Fluke responded hesitantly.

Really? Tell me about it.”

As he explained, his father Venkelos trotted over with a rabbit in his gaping jaws. He stopped in mid-stride when he heard the conversation between Fluke and his mother, and crept back around the side of the cave.

As Fluke walked out of the cave, his father approached him.

“So you had the dream. Come, I must speak with you.” Venkelos said solemnly.

“Fluke, my boy, there comes a time when all wolves have a dream similar to yours. This signifies that you are ready to leave the safety of the den, and start-- Fluke? Fluke?! Fluuuke?! Come back! Oh no.”

He stood there terrified for a minute, then ran as fast as he could back to the den.

“Fluke’s gone!” he nervously exclaimed.

“What?” asked a stunned Aleu.

“I told him what the dream meant, and he ran off.” Venkelos explained.

They both ran out of the cave, the rabbit forgotten at the entrance.

Fluke just ran. He didn’t know where. He ran with tears streaming down his face and a hole in his heart. He couldn’t believe his parents would do this to him. The world had gone from a happy place to a terrible and hateful hell.

He finally stopped and asked himself, “What am I doing? I have nowhere to run.”

So he turned back around, and realized he had no idea where he was. He had never been this far from his home before. So he did the only thing he could do. He started walking.

It was beginning to get dark. Had he been running that long? He couldn’t remember. He sought shelter under a large oak tree. It began to rain. And he began to cry himself to sleep.

The next day dawned bright and clear. He stood up and yawned, and began to ask for breakfast when he realized where he was. So he went in search of game. A rabbit sprang out of a bush and frightened him, but soon he came to his senses and gave chase.

He didn’t notice the dark shadows slowly creeping up behind him.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? A lost pup it looks to me. How about you, Caitiri? What do you think?” asked a gravelly voice behind him.

“I think we should kill him, Alin,” replied a decidedly feminine voice.

Fluke stopped in mid-chew, and slowly turned around.

“Who are you?” he asked the pair of black and white wolves.

“We are but a pair of border patrollers, and you have just trespassed on our territory,” replied Alin.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was yours. I’ll just leave.”

“Oh, I’m afraid it’s not that simple. We can’t just let you leave,” said Caitiri.

“Why not?”

“Because you have killed game on our land, and we can’t just give away free food. I’m afraid you’ll have to pay.”

“With what?”

“Your Lifeblood.”

His feet flew across the ground. He could hear the pair’s shouts as they gave chase. He paused only once, for a short direction change, and then kept running. He heard the pair suddenly stop in a flurry of leaves.

“You’ll never live past Sunset!” shouted Alin. “Especially after entering the territory of Scarface.”

He didn’t really want to meet this Scarface so he kept running at a full gallop. The Daylight was beginning to lessen, so he began searching for a place to seek refuge from the imposing Darkness. He shortly came on a cave that looked cozy enough, and went in.

From the darkness came a low rumble. Fluke slowly rose to his feet, and started to back out of the darkness. As the rumbles grew louder, he turned around and started running.

He could hear the bear lumbering behind him, intent on his destruction for invading his private cave. After a few minutes he realized that the only way to lose him would be to somehow hide so the bear couldn’t find him.

He started to make sharp direction changes without warning, hoping to confuse the bear. The trick worked wonderfully. Even after the bear had stopped chasing him, he continued to run.

Shortly he came upon a wolf with a large scar across his eye caught in a trap.

“Help! I’m stuck!”

“No! You’ll kill me if I do!” shouted Fluke.

“Please help me! I can’t get out!” shouted the trapped wolf.

“Why should I?” Fluke asked.

“Because I can help you find your way home!”

Fluke’s mouth dropped open. “Well OK,” he said.

Fluke carefully approached the struggling animal.

“I won’t bite,” the wolf said.

After Fluke had rescued the wolf from the trap, the he began to speak.

“For freeing me, you have my gratitude. My Name is Mat, although the other packs call me Scarface for the obvious reason. Now I must keep my part of the bargain, for I am a wolf of my word. To get home, travel towards the Sun in the morning, and away from it in the afternoon. If you prefer night travel, follow the arrow point of the Warrior’s Bow. Do this for three streams.”

“What will I do after the third stream?”

“A sign will come to you. Stay out of all caves, for they hold hidden dangers. Sleep only under pines when you must. Follow your instincts, and most importantly, your heart, for they will guide you home.”

Fluke pondered this for a while, and when he turned around to ask another question, the wolf was gone.

It had grown dark again, and he searched for a pine to sleep under.

The next day dawned with a sharp west Wind and a promise of snow. As Fluke started off, a low grumble emerged from his stomach. He suddenly came to the realization that he hadn’t eaten since the rabbit the previous day. He came across an old elk, and ate well for the first time in what seemed like years.

On the fourth morning of steady travel, he came across the third stream. Stream was an understatement. It was actually a small river with a swift current. If he tried to swim across, he would surely drown.

Fluke sat on the bank and began to cry. After all he had gone through, there was only one obstacle in his way. And he couldn’t overcome it. Mat’s words echoed in his mind. Follow your instincts and your heart, for they will guide you home.

He suddenly knew that there was a log fallen across the river a few miles away. He didn’t know how he knew. He just did.

The footing was treacherous, and made for slow going. Fluke knew that one wrong step would lead to his death. He never thought he would be so happy to touch dry ground.

Once again Mat’s advice ran through his head. A sign will come to you.He waited all day, and still no sign came. As darkness fell and the Stars came out, the wolves began to howl.

Fluke knew that this was the sign Mat was talking about. He began to trot, following the piercing sounds in the night. As he got closer, he recognized the voice in the night. It was his father, calling his name.

Fluke stopped and howled back, hoping Venkelos would hear him, but the distance was too great, and Fluke’s voice too small. With despair in his heart that he could not answer his father to tell him he was all right, Fluke walked on.

As morning fell, his father stopped howling, his voice raw after a whole night. Fluke stopped walking, and waited until nightfall to begin walking again. But the Night held his own dangers.

As Fluke was walking along, he heard a low-pitched growl behind him.

“Stop where you are!”

“I don’t want any trouble!” Fluke shouted back.

“Fluke?” the voice asked.

“Who is it?” Fluke nervously asked.

“I’ll give you a hint. I am three years old, am tawny in color, and I watched over you when you were very little.”

Fluke thought for a minute, as he did not immediately recognize this mysterious creature. Then it came to him.

“Silverclaw? Is that you?”

“Last time I checked, yes.”

Fluke rushed towards him, then stopped suddenly. There was grief in his friend’s eyes.

“What troubles you?” Fluke asked.

“The memory of times past, spent with my Jenna.”



“Why the sorrow?”

“Come inside, for it is a long and sad tale.”

As they were seated in the antechamber of a cave Fluke hadn’t noticed before, Silverclaw wound a tale laced with sorrow.

“I had a love named Jenna, once long ago. Those were happy times. We had five pups, all a beautiful whitish-gray, like her. Then the Man came. He took all our pups, and when she tried to defend them, the Man shot her. I was out hunting when I heard the shot, and rushed home. She died, cradled in my paws.”

“I’m so sorry."

“My only solace is that she has gone to a better place, and I will see her again. But not yet.

His eyes glazed over then, he toppled to the ground, and died of grief for his lost love.

Fluke ran from the cave and didn’t stop. Tears streamed down his fuzzy cheeks at the loss of his friend. The next day, he reached home.

He wept with joy at being home, and with grief for the loss of his friend. He was welcomed into his mother’s loving touch and his father’s rough embrace. After all tears had been shed and his parents were asleep, he snuck out of the cave down to the riverbank.

As he looked down at the water, he saw Mat’s reflection.

“Thank you Mat,” he said.

“No thanks necessary. My gratification comes from seeing you safe at last.

“Will I ever see you again?”

“I will always be with you. I will be by your side in times of need. I will be there when you start a family. I will be there when your pups are born. And I will meet you in Heaven when you die.”

And with that, he was gone.


Fluke grew up living a normal life. He started a family and raised seven healthy pups. He even visited his parents occasionally in their ripe old age. But he would never forget Mat, Silverclaw, and his great adventure.

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