Hello! This is one of my entries for ‘underestimatedtheavatar’s contest:
I’ll put it as a Read More to spare your dashboard.
The sun had barely risen above the peaks of the icy mountains.
The wolf raised its head, sensing trouble.
With a small growl, the wolf looked at it’s pack; it’s brothers.
They were not alone.
A figure appeared on the cliffside. He was young and innocent, yet his eyes shone with fire.
Two other figures were crouched behind him, a man and a young child, whose eyes held only sorrow.
The humans tried to hide themselves amongst the shrubbery, yet their stench was overwhelming.
The youngest child stepped forward.
A growl erupted from the wolf, low and menacing.
He made one step forward, to protect his brothers.
Quite suddenly, the human lifted his arm.
Fear struck the wolf, as he was lifted into the air.
His brother’s were lifted alongside him.
They were shifted along the snow, like mere puppets.
The scent of fear surrounded the wolves as their bodies seized.
The human let out a small, fearful, gasp.
He slowly let them fall to the ground.
Run.
The wolf urged his brothers to run.
Then, the older child stepped forward.
His restraint on the wolves was stronger.
The wolf strained, refusing to give in.
His body betrayed him, however.
He found himself spinning around, and bowing.
He was merely a servant to this being.
The oldest human was thrilled, but the wolf could smell fear on the children, especially the youngest.
As soon as the large human left, the youngest child broke down, crying.
The wolf ushered his brothers away, but paused.
The clouds had thickened, threatening a storm. All the while, the child sat, his body heaving with sobs.
The wolf stepped forward, when a yelp came from behind him.
One of his brothers had hurt his paw, when he had bowed down.
The wolf went over, licked his brother’s paw, and nuzzled his chest.
When he looked up, he saw that the older child had come back.
He crouched down, taking the youngest child in his hands. He held him, tightly, tears streaming down his own cheeks.
The boys looked up, and the eldest met the wolf’s eye.
It was then that the wolf understood.
A man would do anything, if it meant being able to protect his brother.
They would sacrifice their mind, their body, and their soul.
For that was the true definition of love.
