Malf's Story

Chapter 1: The Beginning

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This is the den. It is in the woods near the "Dead City". There are personal caves for each wolf and more then enough room for more. The sea can be heard even from here. The temperature is around 68°F/20°C. It is a good day so far.

Du sits at the usual peak looking out to the city. Non-moving. He just sits there and soaks up the view. The same view it is every day.

Konia sat there bathing herself inside her den. She then stretched and yawned. She was also ready for breakfast but not willing to get up to get it.

Ookar was going around and saying "Morning" and "Hi". We stopped by the watering hole for a small drink and to think about what they were going to do today.

Outstretched in the morning sun, leg supporting his boney, angled face, the disabled wolf watched what was before him. Which wasn't much, to be quite honest. He supposed there was an ant with a speck of leaf in it's mouth running along in ront of him, but that was pretty much the extent of excitement at this moment. Raal gave a hefty huff through his nose, the ant and it's leaf flying away until Raal couldn't directly see it anymore.

He groaned to himself, begrudgingly placing his only front paw over his eyes. It was too boring to deal with. All this boredom. There wasn't even a scavenging party out and there wasn't even any conversations to butt his head into. Raal as disappointed in it all, really. That is, until he felt someone breathing on his face.

A low rumble escaped Raal's barreled chest as he lifted his paw away, revealing the disproportionate, orange half-wolf or so he liked to call him. His dopey face looked curiously at the tuff laying on the ground, but the world blessed his ears from hearing the wolf's voice. Snarling through his teeth, Raal demanded,"Go away Malf."

Malf's ears raised slightly and he smiled,"You were sitting over here and I thought I'd ask if you wanted to-"

"I said beat it!" Raal barked, leaping up to his feet, snapping his jaws quickly at the young wolf's face. Malf whimpered loudly and backed away, head bowed.

Du looked back to the two in their daily routine. He inhaled, looked to the city, then exhaled. Licking his lips he decided to go over to see the squabble. Ookar was already half way there. "What your problem with the kid?" His accent was heavy like it normally is in the morning.

"Be nice to the kid." He looked to Malf. "So what you wanting kid?"