Week 11: Daily Create Write a Short Story About Animals (The Young Wolf)

Once upon a time there a lived a wolf family. They snuggled together in their warm cozy wolf den, mama wolf, daddy wolf and baby wolf. One autumn morning the family was awoken with a “Bang!” then cold silence then “Bang, Bang, Bang.”

 “Stay in the den.” Daddy wolf warned his family.

“Becareful my love” mama wolf replied.

Baby wolf just lay there trembling.


Daddy wolf had only one eye but was still a formidable wolf.  With his one eye he surveyed the woods and saw nothing for a long while, and then out of the mist emerged a lone figure like nothing daddy wolf had ever seen. It had long gangly arms swinging from side to side, pink furless skin, it stood upright and held a long shiny stick. It was the most hideous thing daddy wolf had ever witnessed. Daddy wolf crouched silently behind a gray log, as the monster approached closer to the den. White mist cloaked the beast’s face with every breath. Daddy wolf could no longer control his fear and leaped from his hiding place at the colossal creature. The beast lifted his stick, Bang! Bang! The thunder rattled his teeth and the hot sting and warm blood dripped down his rear leg. In shock and fright Daddy wolf ran and ran and until clasped next to a small creek waiting for the inevitable.


Back in the den mommy wolf and baby wolf huddled together shaking with terror. When mommy wolf heard the thunder and daddy wolf’s yelp she could not longer hide. She too emerged out of the den into the cool misty morning, it was not long before the beast spotted her from a distance, she could see the monster approaching the den, she knew she had but one chance to save baby wolf and ran through to a wooded grove attempting to lure the brute away. But he lifted his stick and with a clap of thunder she too disappeared in the fog.


Baby wolf lay in the den cool and dark when suddenly and fleshy hand reached for him and grabbed him by his neck. He yipped in pain and clawed and bit the air ferociously. The beast had him. But to Baby’s surprise his beast had a gentle touch and caressed his head softly and baby wolf calmed.


Over the next year baby wolf and the beast lived together in a warm sunny cabin. He would join his new master on daily hunts in the woods. Baby wolf grew to a great size and he felt safe with his new master, they would eat dried meats together and sleep in the same bed. Master and the young wolf quickly became best friends and they would adventure together along the mountain ridges and game trails.


By the following winter the young wolf was full grown and stood half a man tall. He would accompany his master to town to collect goods at the market where children would stop to pet him. The young wolf enjoyed the town’s folk for they gave him many treats and scratches behind the ears.


The following autumn the young wolf now 2 years old joined his master on an elk hunt in the woods north of the cabin in the darkest part of the forest that trailed a small creek. They had crested a minor ridge when suddenly out of the darkness emerged a great beast bearing its teeth. The young wolf leaped him front of his master instinctively, snarled back and bristled. The monster leaped at his master and the young wolf intercepted the creature in mid-flight knocking it to the earth with a dull thud, hissing and snarling they tangled in a storm of tooth and claw. The master could not get a clear shot and feared shooting his best friend so he could only stand there watching. The young wolf growled and snapped as fur and blood flew. With a decisive bite he crushed the throat of the beast as the blood ran into his mouth. The beast let out a final gasp of life as the young wolf held his crushing bite.


The young wolf released the massive creature only when his master approached and commanded he free his quarry. The master cocked his rifle and shot the beast twice to ensure that the monster was indeed dead. The young wolf examined the beast and noticed that it was missing an eye.


Master slumped on a stone next to the young wolf patted his head gently and said wearily. “Good Dog.”


The End