Wolves Of The Ravine (abandoned)

Chapter 10

Tyun was silent when they made their way up the long slope, Ferone's head spun with different questions to ask, but before he could, Tyun began to speak. "In this season, there should be plenty of rabbits." He noted.

"Does everyone have a mentor?" Ferone murmured quietly, trying to keep a hint of politeness in his voice.

A small ripple of laughter crept up Tyun's spine. "Foolish pup, of course not! After two hundred and two sunturns, pups start to be trained, these pups become softpaws, after many sunturns of training, depending on their performance, these pups become silverpaws, until they decide which road they take... If you're lucky, you may become a right-hand or left-hand wolf, but you're better off becoming a goldclaw."

By the time Tyun had finished his explanation, Ferone's paws had touched the tender green blades at the surface.

"Now troublesome pup, do you remember how you hunt prey?" Tyun growled, his eyes menacingly questioning Ferone.

With a gulp, Ferone repeated what he remembered. "Pft, good enough. Also, you're stretching way too far." Tyun pointed out.

"Catch me three rabbits by the end of the setting of the sun, two will be enough but three will be what you need to mark your place in the ravine." Tyun finished, casting a doubtful glare at Ferone.

"Fine." Ferone mumbled, glancing back grudgingly at Tyun.

"Bury your prey when you catch them, also, if any rabbit dare run away from your jaws, chase after their pathetic pelts." Tyun instructed.

Ferone was already sniffing until he saw a rabbit on its side, its plumpness ruining its balance. Ferone had taken advantage of the easy prey, and successfully caught the rabbit between his paws, dealing a swift bite to its neck.

The second, Ferone had cornered and successfully killed, but the third, seemed rather fit.

Ferone dropped into a crouch, gently brushing the green grass away from his paws, he was only a dog length away, until the rabbit perked up and sped away.

"You measly coward!" Ferone growled, giving chase, his paws gave away when he touched grey, and he collided head-on with what seemed like fur. Black flooded Ferone's view for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry... are you okay?" Ferone awoke to a sweet yet slightly burned scent, his head rang as he shakily stood on all fours. An unknown half-tan and half-white she-pup was glancing back at him, dazzling him for a few milliseconds.

"Yes... Who are you?" Ferone replied with a groan.

"I'm Starling! I don't think I've seen a wolf that smells as strange as you!" The she-pup chirped back. Ferone was puzzled for a few seconds, that one of the only wolves that were nice to him happened to be a foreign one.

"Um, I'm Ferone, do you live on the ravine?" Ferone questioned, his fur bristling with awkwardness.

"My family owns it! We're called the Parnes, and Alpha Silverstone says that we're being invaded by some evil wolves called the East Paws." Starling claimed in a friendly tone.

Ferone's head spun for a few seconds, Parnes? The Parnes owned the ravine? Weren't they the ones who attacked us yesterday? Before Ferone could open his mouth to ask, a broad voice echoed across the clearing, which was unmistakably Tyun. "Where are you? You insolent pup?!"

"Oh no! Um... Starling, I think you should go." Ferone quickly warned with a quick gulp.

"Is that your father? Sorry for disturbing you! I'll talk to you later Ferone!" Starling yelped, speeding down what seemed like a downwards slope.

Tyun had already caught up to Ferone, but instead of a greeting him, Tyun aggressively gripped his scruff.

"You foolish, measly, no-good pup! You just went on the Parnes' territory!" Tyun growled, staring down at Ferone.

"B-but you never told me..." Ferone squeaked. Tyun's rough eyes softened the slightest bit.

"I'll let you off this time, pup, next time the Parnes will be turning you into a Sunturn meal." Tyun warned, his voice firm and clear. "Go dig up your prey and return down the slope."

Ferone nodded, his fur shaking with shock.