I used to hunt alongside my pack,
though a small pack, we walked with pride. Our species was considered rare and
endangered by the humans, yet we are hunted every day for our hide, bones and
teeth. We did our best to survive through those tough times despite the
endangering factors that existed. Finding food got harder by the day, at this
rate there won’t be sufficient food for winter.
There were five of us; Moon Moon, Arya,
Theon, myself, Rob and our Alpha, Chuck. We were the last of our kind. We were
the last pack of gray wolves on planet Earth. The rest of our Species had been
annihilated by the cruel beings on the top of the food chain, Humans. They
invaded our home with huge metal creatures which felled rows of trees at once
and grinded barks to pulp in their maws of steel. Their great flames consumed
most of our forests in a blazing inferno. When faced with one of our kind,
Humans shoot us down with their vile guns, and then they would proceed to
defile us by ripping our skin off our flesh.
“Moon Moon stay atop the hill and keep
watch for prey and humans, Arya and Theon head towards North and see if you can
find any prey, meanwhile I and Rob will stay and watch over this food source”
said our alpha, Chuck in a loud, authoritative voice. “Got it” Arya and Theon
said in unison with utmost loyalty and ran off towards the Northern plains.
Hours
later, Arya returned with no sign of Theon.
Arya runs back panting and says “ Theon…Theon.. Is… is.. no more, he
fought a bear to save me from it, he fought valiantly”. “ If the north is
overrun with bears it looks like we’ll have to head south”, said Chuck. Moon
Moon rushes down to notice Theon missing. He looks around and asks, “Theon
still out hunting?” The rest of the group looks down with remorse. I step
forward and tell him, “ Moon Moon, Theon is dead. He died fighting a bear to
save Arya”. Moon Moon looks up to the skies with a tear running down the side
of his face and howls with grief for Theon, who has been like a brother to him
his whole life. Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot burst through the air. Chuck
notices the hunter in the distance and turns to Moon Moon “Weren’t you supposed
to warn us of danger early?” he asks with contempt in his voice. “Yes, but then
I came down the hill” Moon Moon replies with a sheepish grin on his face. “Damn
it Moon Moon, you had one job” Chuck replied sharply. The dirt next to my fore
leg was sent flying upwards when a bullet hit it, accompanied by the loud crack
of a rifle. “Run, to the South” shouts Arya, we then charge towards the
Southern forests.
Upon reaching the forest, Chuck says
“We need to find food for winter, guided by Rob’s sharp sense of smell; we
shall hunt our next prey”. I followed my nose which had picked up the scent of
rabbits. “Over there”, I shouted, pointing toward a bush with my nose. We heard
a gunshot and when we looked back Moon Moon was on the ground, bleeding out
from his head. “Moon Moon nooooo!!!!!” shouts Arya, as I heard the sound of the
hunter preparing his rifle for another shot. Chuck commands us to move forward,
“There’s no time, he’s gone, and we can’t save him”. We run away, stumbling
through the bramble and through the bushes. A loud bone crunching snap was
heard behind, and I turned to take look. Chuck’s leg was caught in a bear trap.
He was bleeding and he seemed to be in extreme pain. “go on young ones, young
ones such as you must carry on the will of our kind. As wolves we shall adapt
to survive. Now go!!” He commands. I stood, reluctant to move. Arya dragged me
away from Chuck and forced me to move on, “Yes, we shall obey your command”
Arya says and we run away.
Arya
and I make our way south to the river and on the way it starts to snow. Arya
looks up and says, “Winter is coming, we won’t last very long if we don’t get
any food soon”. I say “You do realise that this means that there is no more
option for food in the forests or the plains as the rabbits and dears would be
hidden away safely. Our only course of action will be to raid the farms for
food”. “I do not like the idea of entering human territory, but I guess we must
move to our last resort”.
On
our way to the farm, we encounter a hunting party. “What luck” said Arya, with
an edge of sarcasm in her voice. The hounds start to bark at the bushes we were
concealed in. The very next second, a bullet pierces Arya’s skin as she runs
off in the other direction to draw their attention. She looks at me and tells
me, “Live on”. She howls at the sky and is jumped on by two hounds, which begin
devouring her skin.
I
move on forward out of the bushes to come face to face with a Double barreled
shotgun. I peer into its two barrels, knowing my time has come. I am the last
of my kind, the only gray wolf left on this planet about face Oblivion. I
suppose this is what they call, ‘survival of the fittest’. The weak really must
die for the strong to move on. I looked him in the eye and wondered who had
given this man the right to decide the time of my death. To tip the balance of
nature and send an entire species to extinction. I can say for sure, Ifs things
keep going the way they are, Humans would soon slay every beast and soon they
themselves would die out. These men do not believe in conserving anything. They
go by the belief of having everything serve its purpose and then be lost in
time for eternity.
The
man in front of me stood his ground he looked at me with anger. I do not know
why but this man hated me, I did nothing to him, he did not know mw but he
hated me. He then pulled the trigger, I heard the loud report of the rifle,
then I felt nothing beyond that, I looked up, and instead of the hunting party,
I saw my pack. Moon Moon, Chuck, Arya and Theon stood before me, “Finally you
have joined us”, Chuck said peacefully.
The End
