The Koti Den

The brute turned, his green eyes filled with misery and despair. But he was relieved to see a familiar face for the first time for awhile. He felt as though he had been living under a rock like some sort of bug. He gave a weak smile. Weak? Oh yes, he felt weak.
"Hello, Daniel. I'm doing..." he made a strange noise. Should he tell the truth? He sighed. He didn't want anyone to worry. Not that they would. "Good. And you? You look well." he chuckled.

Chemical blinked, looking surprised. How had she known that he was lying? Females. They seemed to know everything sometimes. Sitting down, he shuffled his paws awkwardly. Where would he start? If he told her about his recent haunting, he might as well tell her it all. Start from the beginning. Clearing his throat, he looked at the smaller female in the eyes.
"I'm going to tell you a story, okay? So bear with me. So um... There once was a family, and that family had two pups. When they were born in Canada's Glacier National Park his parents called him Snowfur, and his sister..." He paused. He wouldn't give away the person in the story so soon. "Frost. Uh...Anyways, Snowfur's pelt was completely white. His family loved them very much. When Snowfur was 5 months old, he finally had to taste the bitterness of death. His mother died of a mysterious sickness, or at least his father had said when she had disappeared one day, leaving Snowfur, Frost, their father and their pack to themselves. When times became hard, his father was gone for most of the day, scavenging for what little food he could find. But both Snowfur and his father knew of a cattle ranch nearby. One day, when his father was desperate enough, he went to the cattle ranch, and did not come back that evening. Snowfur, afraid of what may have happened to his father, left his sister and the pack at the den, and followed his father's scent trail that led to the cattle ranch. When he got there, he found the body of his father, a bullet lodged in his forehead. A anger settled into his body for a revenge on his father, but being so young there was nothing he could do. He lay next to his father's cold body, falling asleep fitfully with dreams of dying.
When Snowfur awoke, he did not feel his father's cold fur. Rather, he was lying on something soft, and comforting. His head popped up to see an indian girl, with green paint all over her fingers, leaning over him. Snowfur got scared and tried to move away, but the indian grabbed him and pulled him toward her, petting his head and calling him: Ahiga (He fights).
Ahiga was raised by the native americans until he was one years old. His mind was always on his pack, and what may have happened to them. He had not seen a single wolf for sometime. The native American's had painted his white fur with markings such as eyes and fire with green paint. They always had food for him, and in return he helped them hunt. He felt very loved in this place, he wished never to leave, but he knew that something was wrong among the humans. They always smelt scared.
One day, Ahiga awoke to the sound of screeching and loud banging noises. Bursting through the tent of the kind native American girl who had found him, a horrible scene lay before his eyes. White man were attacking! He had heard them mentioned many times before, but he had never dreamed of them coming here, to this little haven. He stood frozen, terrorized by the scene. Only did he move when he saw the indian girl who had raised him, shot to the ground. He ran over to her, whimpering and sticking his nose in her clothes, trying to save her scent in his nose, trying to keep him with him, but she smelt sour. She was dying. And she pet his head one last time whispering. "Bidziil...(He is strong)" before dying. Ahiga, dazed by the death of his guardian, turned to see so much death around him. Something snapped inside of him, and he felt his adrenaline pump, insanity filled him like a disease. Turning wild he jumped at the white man's throat who had killed his guardian. When he had finished him off, he went to the others, rage boiling inside of him. He ran straight over them, and he could hardly hear their screams. They would pay dearly for the life they had taken from him. Fighting fiercely, the last thing he remembered with blood on his paws before something hit him, and he was knocked out.
When Ahiga woke again, he was on cold, hard rocky ground. Looking up, he realized he was in a metal thing. White Man had captured him! Outraged, he ran into the large kennel walls, feeling them bend under his weight. Hearing the noise, a white man came into the room, a bucket of meat in his hand. He stood there, as if he was trying to tempt him with the very sight of the human. When he had fought to no avail, he lay down, too tired to continue.
Then the man opened the metal door, and dumped the meat in, then walked away, closing and locking the door. Seeing this, Ahiga thought of something, and decided to put it into action.
the next day, he opened his eyes a tiny bit, searching for any sign of the man. But he wasn't there. Standing up, he dumped his bowl of meat that he had not eaten over, and whined and growled. He scratched at the ground, trying to make as much noise as possible. Then he heard the man coming. He lay down, panting deeply as if he had just ran for three miles straight.
"Native wolf, come you devil!" the man said ungraciously, opening the cage a bit to throw in the meat. Seeing his chance, Ahiga sprang forward and bit off the hand, and eventually killed the white man. He escaped the building, taking down anything in his path. Everything was ruined. The native Americans were all dead. The white men would pay dearly.
And that day, they did.

It was a year since that dreadful day happened. Ahiga lived on his own, a savage he-wolf who cared for no one. When the food went low, he tried stealing it from a pack, and he..He...He ended up killing someone there, but in the end, he stayed with that pack. Not knowing what name to use out of all the ones he had been given, he called himself..." Chemical let out a long breathe. "Chemical, and he has that name still." He looked out at the horizon. "And that wolf he killed haunts him even now." he whispered.