Here we go! I'm going to incorporate a story in this one, too!
I'll do challenging/ This ain't my first rodeo!
Booker looked out on the beautiful landscape. Like other wolves his age, he was on a mission to go on his own. To start a pack himself. He knew that his pack had started out here just like him. He smiled. If his pack could do it, then he could too!
"Even my parents started out here..." He murmured to himself. He sighed. His pack had told him from a young age that his parents and siblings drowned in the river. He was the only one found alive. And when he thought about it hard, he did remember a swirling torrent of water flooding his eyes, his nose, his mouth. But he also remembered something else. Something that didn't fit the story. When his head would bob above the water, he saw wolves. A black and grey wolf with one folded ear shouting from the shore as he was swept away. He always wondered who that wolf was. Why was she there? Did she try to save him just like his pack had? He shook his head to free himself from these thoughts. It was time for a new life.
He gulped down the elk he had caught. Booker remembered how the elk would race around near his pack. He remembered how the alpha had taught him hunting tactics. Booker even taught the alpha some tactics as well.
"You are one smart pup, Booker!" The alpha had remarked to him. And Booker would swell with pride.
He punced on the small rabbit that skitterd by.
"This isn't that hard!" Booker said to himself. Making it out by himself would be a piece of cake!
With his stomach full, he trekked onward.
"I guess I need to learn a bit about where I will reside..." Booker said. He raised his nose to the air and sniffed. "Wolves," he said. "I'm sure they know something!"
Continuing to sniff around in the territory for any wolves, Booker is feeling quite confident.
Suddenly, Booker sees a wolf. "Excuse me?" Booker says, walking up to the male.
He growls in return. "What's a wolf like you doing in my territory?! You need to leave! Now!"
Booker growled. "I don't need to be bossed around by you! I need information on what I'm dealing with here, and where I am. If you don't give it to me, I'll just look somewhere else!"
The wolf snarls back "Then I guess I'll need to send you packing!" Booker sighs. He knows the only way to get anything off of this wolf his to give him what he wants. And what he wants is Booker to be afraid. He laid on his back.
"Please." He said "All I want is your help. You are much stronger than I am."
The wolf smirked. "Now that is what I want to see. A wolf knowing his place in the ranks. Alright, I'll help you. You are in Yellowstone National Park. It's a big place, and I gotta say I don't explore it much-"
"Well, clearly," Booker couldn't help saying.
The dark wolf's eyes lit up with anger again. "What do you mean?" He snarled.
"Well, I just mean that you don't have any scars or anything. And, not to mention, your pelt is shiny and smooth."
"Well, I'll have you know, I am a very experienced hunter!"
"Oh, well..." The wolf looked around nervously. Booker smirked, satisfied. The male turned back and growled. "You hardly look like a hunter yourself!"
"How so?" Booker asked.
"Just look at your ear! It has a huge chunk torn out!" The wold smiled "Only the best hunter can hunt without getting scratched!"
"This isn't from hunting! It's from a river! I was taken away from my parents in a current! My ear got torn up..." His voice trailed off. The wolf, for once, had nothing to say.
Booker sighed. "I gotta go...thanks..."
"Yeah, no problem," The wolf said. "See ya"
Booker entered in to the elk hunting grounds. The small fight with the wolf had taken a bit of strength out of him. He stopped suddenly, realizing he'd be too weak to fight an elk. He would have to eat crow-food. Booker sighed. Maybe this would be harder than he thought.
He gagged as he fought to keep the elk down. "I'd better catch my own food soon..."
He curled up, letting the rain pour on him. His stomach was full with the bad food. He could only hope for better luck tomorrow...