the birth of deaths life-

I gasp and grab her by the scruff of the neck and bound out of the water and set her down and nuzzle her stomach like CPR and keep doing that till she breaths. I pin my ears against my head as I continue.

I pad around the den area, boredly as I wait to see any sign to do anything. I watch Swift and the new King. I mumble a few things and continue to pace around. I feel the wind blowing threw my fur and I shake out my pelt and sneeze. I look around at the other wolves and sit down, letting my ears move at all the sounds and my tail to just lay there and let the wind blow the furs sticking up from it around. I look at the ground and dig my claws into the ground and sit up again and look up, though my head low, not trying to be dominant. I look around again and watch every wolf anf every little move they make, I was a good observer. I grunt and scratch my ear and lick my maw. I lick some blood from my paws from a while ago, I always had blood on me some where. I smile as I feel the wonderful nectar seep down my throat, changing my mouth flavor from flavorless to a tinted blood taste, which I liked and was used to. I perk my ears forward and wait for any wolf to say anything.

I snuggle up to the edge of the den, slowly closing my eyes. I put my right paw over my wet nose and started to dream. I twitched and made little whimpers, as my future whizzed through my mind. My left paw was stretched out in front of me, sweetly.