I got a surprise when I woke up. It was darker, but I could still see somewhat when he came inside. I could tell by the scent that it was Father. One thing was that even on that very first day when I was drifting and about to fall asleep, I could smell that the scent of Father was powerful. What I didn’t know was that Father was the biggest wolf in the pack… group? I’m pretty sure Father is the leader.
It’s hard to even grasp how big he is since I don’t really know what a foot is with this view I have or an understanding of sizes. For all I know we could be giants! Well, that’s silly, anyways. Even though I don’t know Father’s size, I know he’s at least one and a half times bigger than the only other big Wolf which is Mother. Even the other males they only reach Mother’s size, which is a curious thing to see. It does make me feel prideful, but at the same time, I wonder what that means? Father approached Mother and the two were a strange kaleidoscope of emotions and scents, watching the two I could only understand some of the emotions and scents but it was almost like Father was telling Mother a story. Yet there wasn’t any speaking and I have no idea how you’d even begin to do something like that.
All the while Mother was her own selection of emotions and scents and some I did pick up… Relief, happiness, love, and… Well, hopefully, I won’t have to witness that last emotion first hand. Despite the fact that I’m Human and me, I think I’d still gag seeing my own… Eeeeugh, no more thinking of that!
Anyways, my thoughts are turning toward the stripes they have. Father’s stripe is bigger but it’s normal for his large form. All the others have the stripe down their backs but I wonder if that has to do with the environment? It’s a question to explore when I can leave the cave that is home. I know there are no species of Wolves with such a very distinct fur coloration on Earth. But the question is, what can that stripe provide? From what I understood from science classes, creatures evolved traits that were beneficial.
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The fur of these wolves is a murky brown and gray as if to mix well with a forest. Yet at the top of the Wolves is a stripe of a vibrant color that clashes terribly. There’s no way I’ll figure this out without seeing more of the world. So instead… Let’s go interrupt Mother and Father’s “chat!”
I let out a yelp as I crawled my way over the others that made up our little nest. The walking was awkward but I was getting a hang of it more as I approached. Their own exchange of scents and emotions stopping as they noticed me wobbling my way toward them. I’d first approach Mother, pressing myself against her, rubbing against her fur and enjoying the warmth before going to Father.
His presence was a little unnerving but only for a moment. Because after I finally approached, he lowered his head and nuzzled against me. The cold of his nose causing me to shiver and bark out a laugh. It was so cold! And he kept at it too, rubbing his nose against the side of my body while I squirmed and laughed, rolling away from the big cold thing.
It was right then and there I knew Father loved me as much as Mother. I could smell it of course, but I’m still getting used to this whole scent thing and the pair were good people. Leaders I guess, but they weren’t wrapped up in their whole leading the pack shin-dig. It was welcoming and I’d bark and bounce as best I could. The pair watching me, and before long I saw father laying beside Mother, the pair watching me as I tried to show off how well I could walk by balancing on only my hind paws. I failed though, falling onto my butt and yelping a bit.
Today was a good day, and I got to entertain my parents so by the time I finally got tired from running around them and rubbing against their warm fur, I was so wiped out that I almost passed out while running around. I got to drink Mother’s milk a lot while I ran around them, and it didn’t seem to affect her much so I just enjoyed it. Father was the one who carried me back over to the pile that had dispersed and then reformed after they had gotten enough drinks from their own mothers. But among them all, I was the only one who could open their eyes and move around so freely. I wonder if that makes me weird?