Sniffing roots, hiding behind barks.
Without a sound, he runs deep into the forest.
At last, seeing a doe lying on dry brown leaves…
The wolf circles around the doe, with his keen eyes, and pointy, shiny teeth, about to approach the ball of white fur with dark brown eyes…
“Please don’t eat me."
He stops, “That’s a funny dying wish.”
“I’m tainted. Look at my ears, they’re down, my skin, saggy, and my fur, they’re falling off.”
“I’m…not picky,” said the wolf.
“Spare me, help me find my cure and I’ll tell you where I live. There you’ll find more rabbits, feast yourself or be unsatisfied with just one kill.”
“What cure?”
“This disease that I have was a curse cast by predators. I need you to ask them to take the curse back.”
“Which predators?”
“You. At least the ones who look like you.”
The wolf nods, he felt guilty by her words, then gently carried the doe on his back.
They crossed rivers with running waters, the wolf constantly checks if the doe is fine as she lays comfortably on his back.
At the foot of the mountain, heavy rain poured.
The wolf puts a large leaf on the doe so she doesn’t get sulked with huge raindrops. The doe snuggles herself into the wolf’s back, giving the wolf a much-needed warmth from the cold, humid weather of the mountains.
In the middle of the journey, the wolf hears twigs breaking.
A pack of black wolves came out of nowhere.
The leader of the black wolves with beaming yellow eyes spoke, “The lone wolf meets… a snow doe?”
“Back off,” cried the gray wolf.
“You damn lone wolf! How dare you keep a prey from us? We’ve been starving for weeks!”
The rest of the wolves flashed their large mouths, with sharp teeth sparkling from saliva caused by the hunger they’ve been enduring.
“This is my prey, I will consume it whenever I want.”
The gray wolf looks at the doe, she’s looking back with panic in her eyes. He felt her fever rising, her body shaking from terror.
“Stop humiliating our family you weak lone wolf! We have been killing those dirty hares for millenniums! Is that doe a friend? Show that coney your mercy and both of you will be our foes.”
“Let us pass,” he let out a growl.
“You shall pass o’ grey wolf from the north of the forest,” the leader mockingly replied...
…only, and only if, you devour that white bunny, NOW!”
The gray wolf circles around the leader, growling. The leader and the other black wolves barked at him, growling noisily, all sturdy bodies positioned to attack…
The gray wolf pushed his back, sending the doe up in the mid-air.
He then catches the doe with his whole mouth, swallowing all of her, no fur, no skin was left of her to see.
The pack of wolves, upon the sight of the rabbit’s death disappeared deep into the forest.
The gray wolf hastily runs at the top of the mountains, it was a dark evening with only the stars and the moon to light the way, he throws up, with all force he pulled every nerve from the depths of his stomach and so he made the doe came out of his gut.
The doe, enveloped with blood and acid, is lifeless.
The wolf keeps waking her up, pushing his nose at her, licking all the excess saliva, acid, and blood from her, until she’s dry and as white as the very first time he saw her.
The dead doe was just lying beautifully with her elegant body as white as snow as the shiny rays of the moon hit their way.
As the wolf lays his head on top of hers, a tear from the gray wolf’s left eye ran down his face and fell upon the doe’s temple.
On the spur of moment, she came back to life.
“Please, don’t eat me.”
“You’re alive!”
The doe’s ears were upright, her skin as firm as a newborn, her fur grew back to its lush beauty.
“Y..you‘re the cure?!,” said the doe. “Wait, stay still…don’t….”
Before she even stopped him, the gray wolf happily let out its unique howl that only a lone wolf can do. It sounded like soft, gentle music, a specific melody that filled the silent mountains with harmonious echoes.
“What? Why?” questioned the wolf.
As if on cue, a herd of large, wild bucks came out of the burrows.
“WAIT!” the doe cried.
Not a single buck batted an eye to the doe…
“DON’T!”
About half a hundred bucks stroke a bite from the gray wolf’s paws and tail.
“STOP!”
His mighty back got dug with numerous rabbit cuts, tearing his limbs and torso apart.
“NO, PLEASE!”
Chomping on every strength that he has, leaving his furry body battered, skin and bones scattered.
An old skinny witch buck whispered to the doe, “Your role has ended, well done…
The conies and the wolves are even now.”
Then the herd dispersed into the dark of the forest.
The gray wolf, barely breathing, stares blankly into the doe’s eyes, then perished…
….The doe bawled ‘til her tears ran dry and her eyes shed blood
before she eventually throws herself down the falls at the other side of the alp.
-The end-
Vocabulary words:
Doe - female rabbit
Buck - male rabbit
Burrow - rabbit hole
Cone - old word for adult rabbit
I cried. I cried for the dead wolf. You are a great story teller, I must learn from you!! ❤️