Wolf Brother: Creative Writing

Wolf Brother Creative Writing

      A cub was born, as his mother lay down on the grass. His mother licked him clean. He did not know where he was but did not care. He smuggled closer his mother’s warm body and knew she was his mother naturally. After resting, he tried to move on his own. However, he could barely stand up until his father lifted him up by biting on his neck softly. He walked around and saw everything as gray. He gradually smelled more wolves with the scent of his parents. Three fade shadows came closer to him slowly as the new cub was some kind of freak. His mother licked him a few more times, comforting him. The three shadows appeared bigger as they came closer. They smelled like trees and mud, fresh and clean. They had just come back from the pond nearby. The cub realized they were his older brothers. They seemed to recognize their petite, new-born brother. His mother whimpered quietly. Though the cub did not understand her, he knew she has to be complaining about how dirty his three brothers are. Two of them lowered their heads as an apology as the other one rolled onto his back and licked his paw. The one on the ground made a squeaking sound, “ughf”, sweet enough to make his mother pity him. His father bit him on his back leg with a little strength enough to give him a warning and pushed the young wolf onto his feet with his gigantic maw. The father then licked the mother under her right ear as a comfort.

      The cub grew fast in his first few weeks. At the same time, he proudly became the naughtiest of his brothers. His brothers adored him but his mother becomes annoyed and upset while his father howled in his face. The cub does not care, because he knew it was his nature. The cub gained a lot of knowledge as well. He could finally communicate with his family by whimpering, growling, barking, squeaking and most importantly, howling. He also kind of learned to climb trees. He first climbs to the lowest branch of the tree and jumps from the branch to another branch of another tree and back and forth. At the end, he would get extremely high that his angry father would no longer see him. He knew not all of the wolves can climb trees, and he was very glorious of the fact that all his family could not.

      One morning, when the sun was not yet out, the cub ran away to the river to drink some refreshing water. The water tasted sweet and cool. He played in the water alone until the luminous sun light stroke through the forest. The cub returned to his family. He saw his brothers were not yet fully awake, so he barked in their ears until they growled back madly. He found it fun torturing his brothers. His mother suddenly became so frustrated by the cub’s naughty bark every morning and whimpers in a deep voice. He knew that was the noise she makes whenever she is enraged. That was like telling him to shut up and go away. He had no choice but to back off and leave her alone. He tried to find his father and found him up the hill, staring upon the mountain. He suddenly howled loudly. He howled until the cub’s mother and brothers joined him. The cub knew there was trouble, so he howled together with the pack as a response to them as he heard and understood. There may be human but may be something worse. He froze staring into the deeper, higher parts of the forest and saw gigantic waves of water coming down from the mountain and pushing his father towards himself. He did not know what to do until there was two seconds before the water was going strike him too. He jumped onto a thick tree and hopped higher every time a new wave came. The water calmed and the waves disappeared. He immediately remembered to look back at his brothers and parents when he thought he was perfectly safe on the tree. They floated on the peaceful water which was just as fierce as the sea monsters in the ocean. They were silent and did not move. The cub did not understand, so he jumped into the water and swam towards them. He bit his brothers’ tails and they did not answer. Nor did his parents. He was lonely and wanted them to play. He sensed fear but did not understand where it came from. He started howling naturally. Then he stopped himself right away as he knew wolves only howl when the other wolves had died.

A few days later, the water had finally seemed to have retreated to the lower land and his pack still did not move once. He thought the joke was not funny if it was any joke. He did not understand why his family was neglecting him anymore. He whispered in his mother’s ears to wake her up and find food for him as an exchange for his promise to never do anything she did not want him to. Nothing. He strongly did not like being ignored. Plus, he was weak and starving. His belly was full of flood water, but he knew water would never keep him full or energetic. He lay on the ground for two more days without moving because he was tired and weak. He did not even bother moving when a rabbit appeared right in front of him. He hoped he would not die. Then he sensed hope.

      The smell of wolf woke him up from his journey to the Death Land. The smell was not strong and noticeable but to the cub, it was obvious. The smell came closer. As it got closer, the cub smelled more things about this creature. It smelled like wolf but also like deer and bear. He was confused but did not want to be afraid at the creature his life depends on. It got closer and appeared to him…