This idiot ran back into the hut, cut off the heavy purse of my ex-father, threw the poor child like a birch log into a wicker basket and dragged me into a terrible, dense, dark forest...

I'm serious. It was very scary. But I was not afraid anything since the war. I’ve lost ability to get frightened there. But here...

This jerk would stop and change the diapers. But apparently he does not know what they are for. These diapers...

***

I live at the swamp for the third day already. This fool left and hasn't returned for two days straight. You won't believe what is the only thing that somehow makes me happy! Mosquitoes make me happy. So incredibly much! And no, I haven't gone crazy yet. But you can consider me already on the very edge... And not only on the edge of a dirty cutting table in hunting lodge forgotten by the world… Every second I was thinking about an appetizing fragrant milk-filled tasty tit. I stick my tongue out dreamily and wait... It's not that I didn't appreciate it before. Of course I did! But now, I got right into it...

“Yum, yum.” I’m sorry. This is I trying to survive. Due to the fact that I was constantly smeared with some kind of smelly muck, mosquitoes avoid my face. I have to catch them with my tongue. And this crazy man – strong and wrong – he has tied my diapers so tight. I can’t move my arms and legs. Probably to prevent me falling from the table. Caring bastard. To tell you the truth, he is not showing up here for the third day. Has he drowned in this stinking swamp? So I have to feed myself with mosquitoes like a frog. That’s it, get lost! Do not interfere with my survival...

***

I got news for you again! Not too good, but still. My furry miracle has returned! And not by himself! He had brought in some stinking wineskin. And he was very surprised with something in his lodge on the very edge of the table! A foundling? And then he hit himself on the forehead and said that he turned out to be a complete fool! No need to say that. It is quite obvious. And why am I out of course making a statement of quite obvious fact? He hit on the forehead, and was very surprised that I did not kick the bucket yet during those three days. In a meantime he was drowning his sorrows in moonshine for God knows how long and absolutely forgot about me. Only remembered after seeing me on the table. Not right away of course, but still. Just that he has recalled me is good enough. He has even given me a sip from his stinky wineskin. What a nasty swill! Even my diapers would probably taste better.

Man, listen! I will forgive you everything! You just change my diapers and find me a new mother! I am already sick and tired lying down like that! Yes, I do physical training. Not to get bedsores. But is it a panacea? And I'm hungry as a wolf! Look how exhausted I am on that mosquito diet. Hey, Daaaady!

No, he does not hear. He finished his stinking wineskin, and immediately fell asleep at the table. Oh, my God. I am probably punished for killing a wrong kraut during the war. That's how I felt! I had no more strength to endure these torments. Belly stuck to the spine, and the ass to the diapers. And everything itches – you just can’t imagine that! In brief – it was just scary! Thanks to a sip of moonshine I have let go a little. I lie and just wait. Deliverance, when will you come? The sooner the better. And there will be my new loving family. Milk again. And here it is…

This drunken bastard forgot to close the hut door. A shadow flickered through the wide-open, moonlit door opening. Someone's nostrils were sniffling, sucking in air and sniffing. They tickled my cheeks with sparse hairs. Well, okay. I couldn’t even look at these mosquitoes any more! Not to mention eating them. Eh! I can't wait to get to my new, loving family.

***

What a beautiful, moonlit night it turned out to be today! - I was admiring the last pictures in this world. The wolf, carrying my rags tightly tied with a double knot by dad, involuntarily relaxed it, and I was finally able to at least take out my hand a little.

“Good dog, good...” I stroked the running wolf on the fanged muzzle. - Just don't hurt me too much. Fine? And then I have already suffered in my new life enough, through the roof! And you my grey friend is my only salvation...

Holding tightly with my small hand to the drooling, wolf's fang, I yawned loudly and fell asleep in a deep, rich sleep, lulled being swayed in the tightly closed teeth of the running beast.

***

I was seeing in my dream the same kraut I’ve killed. I didn't hit him on purpose. That was and accident. Perhaps he was the only one killed by me in the entire war. I was in service of taking them alive. What happens next with them is none of my business, as they say...

I woke up in a sweat. Being still alive, surprisingly to me. I have got out of this smelly, hated rag with the incredible efforts.

As I drew in the air through my nostrils, I smelled it, such a desirable dairy farm. Fingering and kicking, I crawled past sleeping wolf cubs like through a minefield. I hold my breath, trying not to wake up a single toothy monster. But now I'm finally crawling up to it, my desired delicacy. What a delight!

The half-asleep she-wolf, having licked the strange-smelling wolf cub, fell asleep again. I didn't even think about sleeping. And crawling from one lifesaving source to another, I have emptied all the reserves in an already thin body. Well, at least finally I will be fed up. If the body needs...

***

How incredibly good! Nothing itches, nothing at all. And I'm hungry again. Well, this is what it looks like! Wolves, huts, murders... And when this man with the gingerbread will come back? Before he left, he promised to buy me a honey candy...

“Eh... It seems that this man will never return...” - opening my eyes, I see two dozen shining eyes in front of me. The wolves are in complete confusion, looking at the strange, hairless creature. Nobody moves. And only the old, mangy wolf growls menacingly at everyone, trying to stop the inevitable. I, on the other hand, try my best to be as friendly as possible and smile sweetly...

And then, without saying a word, a couple of wolf cubs jump on me and playfully start somersaulting with me, biting my ears. I answer with the same. I love these games for some reason! And now a huge pileup of four cubs and me is having fun in this fairly spacious stone cave. And only an incredibly affectionate, slightly rough tongue distracts us from this fun. Enough is enough. Somersaulting is over. It's time for kids to eat...

Not a single mother in my long memory, perhaps, cared about her child as much as this wolf family. The father, along with another she-wolf awaiting offspring, all the time disappeared on the hunt. And the mother, keeping her eyes on us, was trying to follow us, and especially, for some reason, me. She was constantly licking me. I was, in general, not against it. Maybe she thought that my fur would grow back this way? Who knows...

The one, who stood up for me, probably the very old wolf, was staying almost all the time in the cave. Grandpa helped me climb back, gently pushing with his nose, when I nevertheless fell out of the cave.

Constant active games with wolf cubs undoubtedly contributed to a very rapid physical development. And thanks to the incredibly nutritious milk, I grew up literally by leaps and bounds.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

More and more often, getting out of the den under the supervision of my grandfather-wolf, I tried to diversify my menu as much as possible with various berries, which I easily chewed, with my teeth already out. The second she-wolf also brought offspring, and by inheritance I came under her wing. They fed me great! For now. But what will happen next, I had no idea at all. After all, sooner or later she will run out of milk, which was vital for me. And what should I do then? Yes, and the cold is not that far off... And the meat, I definitely will not be able to chew it. I have tried. I believe I will have to drink blood. Since I'm a mosquito. And it, well, absolutely not tasty and not nutritious. And there is almost non of it…

It got cold. I have learned to make chops, using meat brought in by the new father. I knock on the fibers with a stone, turning them into gruel. Plus, the last drops of milk from the second she-wolf supported my nature. Cold. Very cold. Consider me living in a warm grandfather's skin. He doesn't mind. He understands that it’s not easy for me without fur, even though I turned into the former swaddling clothes. What good fellows they are! They warm me up in turns. I am really grateful to them for that. My named brothers also help me to survive. You have no idea how grateful I am to them. But still, it became very hard...

The wolf mother has found somewhere and brought especially for me dried fur coat of a small bear cub. Only fur has remained from the poor animal. It's strange that they didn't eat it. Everything is eaten here...

But I still crawled out of the cave for a reason. I was gathering nuts, acorns. Yes, and I’ve managed to dry some berries. And I'm not even one year old! All this is amazing! Wolf games, apparently helped. Yes, and I pumped up my neck when dodging blows to an incredible extent! And how is this bearded miracle doing, I wonder? Hasn’t he finally drunk himself to death? I worry about him. Not the best parent but still…

And now teenage wolves began to drop by. They were very surprised by such a strange creature. But they didn't touch me. Apparently they smelled their mother. And she's the alpha here, after all. Everyone obeyed her. I understood her very good but on a subconscious level. Yes, and my new dad, who was hunting all day, also treated her with great respect.

Somehow I still endured this coldness. Thanks to the wolf grandfather and the bear cub's fur coat. Fur ahs really helped. I also managed to make felt boots from the rags I was packed in and stuff them with dried grass. And so, when the frosts became stronger, and the nights became longer, a sudden turn happened in my life, which in principle is not bad compared to the life in a hut...

***

Everything began has suddenly to tremble and creak. And something incredibly huge and black broke into our humble abode. The old wolf, which was always coming to my defense, was knocked down with one powerful blow. I felt so sorry for the poor fellow. I have become incredibly attached to him lately... The rest of the wolves just ran away. I was thrown back to the far corner of the cave together with the nailed grandfather. After getting out from under the emaciated old man, I estimated the scale of the disaster. Our cave was captured by a huge she–bear. Why she–bear? Milk aroma coming from her was so strong; I have almost choked on my own spittle! I have waited until she calms down and falls asleep and then made my daring, unceremonious foray into such a coveted source of food. Sitting next to two small and almost naked cubs, I shared their meal. And there was rough tongue again, but this time much more agile and persistent, licking off all the remnants of the wolf family from me...

I didn’t want try my luck again. I was doing my best to be neither seen nor heard in this incredibly cozy woolen hut.

Although she–bear was in hibernation it’s netter not to get into her way if she is in anger. In general, my friends, I lived as safe as it could be, tightly clinging to the delicious milk. While her little ones were growing up, I also tried to keep up with my rapidly gaining weight foster brothers. And I was doing the only thing I could. Straining all my muscles to the limit, I gradually drove everything I had eaten into them. This did not allow me to completely go nuts with fear and loneliness. And it is not yet known how this beast will behave after hibernation. But one thing I knew for sure. I had to get out of the forest. And although I was in the skin of a bear, I had neither sharp claws like theirs, nor huge fangs. And I definitely was not going to live here for the rest of my life...

Periodically getting out of the warm embrace of my new mother, I did not notice how I began walking on my own feet. It was not yet very confident walk but at least I didn’t crawl on all fours as before. That’s a definite advantage! Words couldn't express how happy I was...

Another outing. I do push-ups on the stone floor. I jump over my grandfather, who is frozen to stiffness. And it's sunny outside! And I decided to go down from the ledge of this boulder. Slipping on the slime left from the melted snow, I immediately rolled into a wet thaw. And it is obviously over zero outside! And the sun, well, it was hot. And in some places I could see even whole islands of gray withered grass. And then I saw him! A huge bear, which was a hundred meters from me, stood on its hind legs, sniffed the air and then growled disgustingly. Like, wait, baby, don’t go anywhere. I am very, very hungry here after that long disgusting hibernation! I had no desire to get into the morning menu of the clumsy beast. And I, with all my strength, climbed back into the den. Looking back to the bear, I was stunned and forced my short arms to work even harder. This growling creature, with all its quick paws, was just flying in my direction! And when there was only one stone left for me to finally climb back into the cave, I heard such a terrible roar literally above my ear, that the blood immediately froze in my veins...

Saying goodbye to life for the umpteenth time, I was stunned again when I saw right above my head an already awakened she-bear flying in a wild furious jump. Finally, after climbing back, I, together with the furry bear cubs, who were already tightly clinging to each other, was watching the fierce fight between two huge beasts. Mother's love has won. I had no doubt at all. Though I would prefer them both to devour each other. But anything will do...

After making sure that the troublemaker had gone, the she-bear has returned to the den and with a light but weighty slap of a clawed bloody paw and with a disgruntled grunt sent me to my foster brothers. And then she began to eat, tearing him to shreds, my beloved wolf grandfather. I couldn't stay that. And while my new mother was happily devouring the remains of the old fellow, I huddled in a far corner and quietly wept. Remembering such good and happy days in the wolf pack...

***

Half a year flew by like one day. Guess where I am now? Do not know? At the top of the tall tree, hell with it! Together with the grown-up cubs, I collect cones and nuts for a strict mother, and two no less demanding two-year-old brothers. Do not worry. It was scary at first. And now, under the formidable roars of our nurses, who were clearly engaged in nothing more than bulling, because they immediately devoured the entire crop that we brought, it’s not so scary. Sometimes my bones rattle. Especially when the wind is strong.

I climb these damned trees even better than my cub brothers. But everyday acrobatics get me incredibly tired. And having climbed up for another portion of the bear's dessert, I still could not stand it and yelled at the entire forest stretching to the horizon:

* Dad! You are such a bastard! Where are you?

* ... u-u-u! - That was an echo, at the top of a tall tree swayed by gusts of wind.

Well what else did I expect?

***

Today we are fishing with the cubs. Mama-bear, apparently getting up on the wrong paw, drove us all to the river and immediately threw us into a deep waters. And then she dived herself. I went to the bottom like a stone. Only good thin - I knew how to swim in a past life very well. And I am even modest about that. If not that, my fate would cut short. And so, getting more air in my lungs, I watched from the bottom of the river how my frightened brothers were rowing strenuously to the shore and mother, dumbfounded by the loosing from here view one of her sons, looked under the water for the third bear cub. And the third one was just having fun to dive. By the way, the river here was full of fish! But how would you catch it with your bare hands? A worried muzzle of she-bear rushes past me. I do an incredible somersault away from her caring teeth, trying to pull me ashore, and immediately swim to the shore myself. Making sure everyone is on the beach and the first lesson is learned, the beast dives, trying to grab a nimble little fish frightened by me. But it is not that easy. In the end, despite all the efforts of a huge beast, we were leaving the river empty-handed. And my brothers and I were sent for nuts again...

And suddenly it became so windy! I was barely holding on, not even thinking about those nuts. But we couldn’t go back without nuts. Brothers didn’t dare to climb to the very top. I have to take the rap for everyone because I was guilty today with this diving. So I was climbing up. And here they are, the nuts! But how do you reach them? My hands were quite small. And the wind blows like hell! But the terrible roar of a hungry beast still makes me forget about safety, and barely holding on with only one hand, I was trying to reach these damned nuts with the other one! And then I got blown away with a strong gust of a wind like a dandelion. And from below, the roar of a frightened mother sweeps over the forest...

“And what were you thinking before?” I yell back at her, planning from a height of twenty meters, totally doomed, as she tries to catch me with her clawed paws. And now, literally a meter away from these two shaggy pitchforks ready to pierce the poor child like sheaf of hay, I close my eyes...

Well, at least I went fishing... - I reassure myself with this indisputable fact.

But to my surprise, I don't fall anymore. And for some unclear reason I'm going up instead! Yes, you won’t believe it, but I grew the wings!