Chapter 17: The Western Pack
The cold wind woke Humphrey the next morning. He slowly opened his eyes, not quite sure about why he was sleeping underneath a tree. But then it all came back to him. He remembered the logboard and Kyle. And getting banished from the pack. He was out on his own again and Humphrey was beginning to believe that he was destined for a life as a lone wolf. At least he was a fun-loving lone wolf, but that wouldn’t do anything to improve his situation.
Humphrey stretched his legs and yawned as he prepared to move on. As he looked around, he noticed a berry bush nearby. He grimaced at the thought that he would need to get used to eating berries again. After a horrible breakfast, Humphrey began to move out, wandering once again into the great unknown of the forest. The Mysterious Man closely followed him.
The air was filled with fog and mist, greatly reducing Humphrey’s visibility. He began walking slower to be sure he wouldn’t run into a tree or accidentally fall off a cliffside now that he was beginning to enter the more mountainous part of Jasper. He had decided the night before to try and make for the large valley he had seen shortly before he was banished. It seemed like a good place where he could settle down for a while.
He walked carefully through the fog for about an hour when he suddenly noticed a shape in the mist. Something was facing him. He could clearly tell that it was a wolf, but he still approached with caution. He had no idea who this was or what they might do to him. As he approached, he noticed another, shorter silhouette appear in the fog. The Mysterious Man also noticed the two figures and waited behind a nearby tree.
As Humphrey slowly approached the two, he saw indeed that they were wolves. He immediately rushed to them, grateful for the fact that maybe he could join their pack. The two wolves noticed Humphrey coming toward them and called out to him.
“Hey,” one of them called out. “Are you alright?”
Humphrey didn’t say anything in response.
“It looks like a pup,” the other wolf said, squinting to try and see through the thick fog.
“I think you’re right,” the first wolf said. “Is it one of ours?”
“I don’t think so,” the second wolf replied. “I don’t recognize him from either pack.”
“Me neither,” the first wolf said.
Humphrey rushed up to the two and stopped, trying to catch his breath.
“Hey there, little guy,” the first wolf said, looking down at Humphrey. “What are you doing all the way out here? And where are your parents?”
Humphrey’s face turned solemn.
“It’s a long story,” he said.
The wolves turned to each other.
“What could he be doing out here all on his own?” the second wolf said.
“No idea,” the first one replied.
Humphrey looked up at the two.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“I’m Hutch,” the first wolf said. “And that’s Cando. What’s your name?”
“I’m Humphrey,” he replied.
Cando and Hutch turned to each other again.
“He looks hungry,” Cando said. “Who knows how long it’s been since he’s had a good meal.”
“I agree,” Hutch said. “We should take him Winston.”
They turned back to Humphrey.
“How long has it been since you’ve eaten?” Hutch asked.
“I had a couple berries this morning, but I haven’t had any meat for a day or so,” Humphrey replied.
“Well come on,” Cando said. “We’ve got some fresh caribou you can have.”
Humphrey eagerly followed Cando and Hutch into the Western Pack where he saw many wolves going about their business. They looked at Humphrey, wondering who he was and why he was there. While he didn’t know it at the time, as Humphrey was being led farther into the valley and deeper into the pack, a new chapter of his life was about to begin.
The cold wind woke Humphrey the next morning. He slowly opened his eyes, not quite sure about why he was sleeping underneath a tree. But then it all came back to him. He remembered the logboard and Kyle. And getting banished from the pack. He was out on his own again and Humphrey was beginning to believe that he was destined for a life as a lone wolf. At least he was a fun-loving lone wolf, but that wouldn’t do anything to improve his situation.
Humphrey stretched his legs and yawned as he prepared to move on. As he looked around, he noticed a berry bush nearby. He grimaced at the thought that he would need to get used to eating berries again. After a horrible breakfast, Humphrey began to move out, wandering once again into the great unknown of the forest. The Mysterious Man closely followed him.
The air was filled with fog and mist, greatly reducing Humphrey’s visibility. He began walking slower to be sure he wouldn’t run into a tree or accidentally fall off a cliffside now that he was beginning to enter the more mountainous part of Jasper. He had decided the night before to try and make for the large valley he had seen shortly before he was banished. It seemed like a good place where he could settle down for a while.
He walked carefully through the fog for about an hour when he suddenly noticed a shape in the mist. Something was facing him. He could clearly tell that it was a wolf, but he still approached with caution. He had no idea who this was or what they might do to him. As he approached, he noticed another, shorter silhouette appear in the fog. The Mysterious Man also noticed the two figures and waited behind a nearby tree.
As Humphrey slowly approached the two, he saw indeed that they were wolves. He immediately rushed to them, grateful for the fact that maybe he could join their pack. The two wolves noticed Humphrey coming toward them and called out to him.
“Hey,” one of them called out. “Are you alright?”
Humphrey didn’t say anything in response.
“It looks like a pup,” the other wolf said, squinting to try and see through the thick fog.
“I think you’re right,” the first wolf said. “Is it one of ours?”
“I don’t think so,” the second wolf replied. “I don’t recognize him from either pack.”
“Me neither,” the first wolf said.
Humphrey rushed up to the two and stopped, trying to catch his breath.
“Hey there, little guy,” the first wolf said, looking down at Humphrey. “What are you doing all the way out here? And where are your parents?”
Humphrey’s face turned solemn.
“It’s a long story,” he said.
The wolves turned to each other.
“What could he be doing out here all on his own?” the second wolf said.
“No idea,” the first one replied.
Humphrey looked up at the two.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“I’m Hutch,” the first wolf said. “And that’s Cando. What’s your name?”
“I’m Humphrey,” he replied.
Cando and Hutch turned to each other again.
“He looks hungry,” Cando said. “Who knows how long it’s been since he’s had a good meal.”
“I agree,” Hutch said. “We should take him Winston.”
They turned back to Humphrey.
“How long has it been since you’ve eaten?” Hutch asked.
“I had a couple berries this morning, but I haven’t had any meat for a day or so,” Humphrey replied.
“Well come on,” Cando said. “We’ve got some fresh caribou you can have.”
Humphrey eagerly followed Cando and Hutch into the Western Pack where he saw many wolves going about their business. They looked at Humphrey, wondering who he was and why he was there. While he didn’t know it at the time, as Humphrey was being led farther into the valley and deeper into the pack, a new chapter of his life was about to begin.
this came in a dream once about spirit heart... in his life time i took a real little peak of it. it was about his family. he had 2 pups...a wife... but thier names were unknown. just spirit heart. spirit heart and his wife were having so much fun. but then... some wolves came by from the pack. thier pack...arnt really friendly... spirit heart was a alpha. but... he wasnt that quite powerful. one wolf was above his rate... and was pure evil... i keep wondering... is it the bad wolf... from the "TWO WOLVES CHEROKEE STORY" is it possible that he exist. impossible. then the rest of the pack came up to his family. then they murdered his pups, then they raped and killed spirit hearts wife. spirit heart was very upset. he tried to kill them... but he was too weak. then... they strangled spirit heart.... then killed him.... and that... was the story of spirit heart. and spirit heart was letting me look through his eyes... like i was him... it was crazy...
Well guys I'm back and I guess I'll add to another story because I've completely forgotten where I was going with HIM(The Humphrey in Me), Goodbye Pack, and the Brotherhood. So what I will do is start from scratch and make a new thing which sort of involves wolves....They're werewolves.....And it's for a manga I am actually deciding to create and might get published. (Have a artist as a friend....long story.) But since my pack here loves me...I thought it would be a good idea....But I want to know what you brothers and sisters have to say....I don't mind if you don't want me to...It's just easier because with each story I get feedback and I get better and better! So comment with your thoughts...I really really would appreciate it ^.^
I was on my way to a beach. Yeah I know right? A beach. A half an hour from anywhere. There was a house there that my dad said we had to live in now. Before this 5 day drive, his buisness of a camping system burned down. We could not afford the house, so we had to move.
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh food was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and said nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh food was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and said nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)