Lone Wolves of a Claw (Song-fic 30-7)

The energy inside Oren bubbled and she couldn?t take it. Without a second thought Oren shot across the field and felt as light as air. Her powerful legs churned the wind and boosted her forward the way they only did when she ran to the special place. It was a place she loved and had to go to in secret, the place of the Aberrations where her pack told her never to go. Oren heard several oohs and ahs as she ran across the field; there was a tall tree structure where the humans marveled at the wolves. Sometimes she thought they like her the best, they seemed to be most gathered when she appeared and there was always a hushed silence, apart from the clicking and flashing of cameras. Oren had thick white fur that ruffled perfectly in the wind and light black smeared on her back. Apparently humans like that coloring.

The field slowly turned into a forest with tall, beautiful trees with long, green branches that covered the entire night sky and made it very dark. Oren kept running and didn?t stop until she came to a clearing hidden by the surrounding foliage. She walked gingerly to the center and sat on a round, blue stone.
?I?m here?? Oren whispered. Though the words came out barely audible, they echoed around the clearing.
?Oren, you made it!? several wolves rushed out of the darkness but only one seemed excited to see the she-wolf, the rest followed more coldly as they studied her.
?Shouldn?t you be preparing for the run?? one asked.
?No. I want to stay here.? Oren stated boldly. The brute who was excited to see her stepped into the center where all the wolves were gathered and then spoke.
?I think we should help her, no other running wolf has been at peace with our terms.?
?Ky! Pipe down before you get mauled.? An older wolf pushed him aside. Like most, he was an aged white but looked strong and elusive.
?She has been good to us, fine. Here?s what we are offering you;? There was a pause as he looked around to see if anyone objected.
?You go and disown yourself as a running wolf and we?ll let you into our pack.? Oren gave a wolf smile and nodded her head alongside Ky.
?I will take that offer, can you introduce me officially to some of the members?? she asked. The old wolf nodded.
?I am The Custer Wolf, you may call me Custer.? Custer dipped his head and other wolves gathered close to him.
?This is Phantom,? a grey she-wolf studied Oren with cruel, gleaming, golden eyes. The color was like the stolen gold that washed up on the riverbank, Oren didn?t know how else to describe the color.
?This is the White Wolf-? Oren cocked her head curiously.
?But aren?t most of you white??
?Hush! That?s just the name the hunters gave him!? Phantom snarled.
?Call him?eh, just stick with White Wolf. This is Three Toes,? Three Toes was a white wolf with delicate grey dusting and had an expression that said you couldn?t trust him.
?Killed 66 sheep in two nights, beat that.?He said happily.
?Anyway? This is Big Foot, and all the others you?ll meet later.? A huge, black brute with white slowly over-taking his fur just gave Oren a menacing stare, but she could tell underneath he was friendly.
?Nice to meet you all, well like I said, officially?? Oren bowed her head in respect.
?Don?t expect an easy life; you?re going to have to give up that pretty white fur of yours for a bunch of scars and handicaps.? Phantom taunted Oren.
?Well she?s not exactly wrong?? Ky muttered as Phantom walked away.
?You ready to hunt?? Custer gave Oren a sly and dangerous smile as he gathered the wolves he had introduced to her at the entrance. She nodded and they raced out of the cave in a swift moving mass.

The wolves ran for what seemed like miles. Oren didn?t think they were going to hunt, the night was so perfect, they had to run; it was their calling.
?Oren, head back to your pack, we?ll come for you.? Custer shoved her away and left Oren staring as they raced off into the night. She was partially grateful; it was a well-known fact that their hunts were gruesome.

As Oren settled herself back next to her former pack mates she shivered with excitement, accidently rousing the wolf beside her.
?Go walk it off; you?re going to wake everyone up with your eccentric shaking!? Oren hurriedly left her spot and curled up under the tree structure where she noticed a little she-human studying something intently that she held in her hands. It was too late to back away, but the pup seemed surprised to see her. The pup sang in a low, hushed voice and curiously, Oren crept closer.
?You guys better stay in this field?the farmers are mad at you guys.? The pup stopped her singing and spoke.
?You?re lovely, I wish everyone else loved wolves as much as I did?? Oren crept closer until she was right next to her and settled her head ob the pup?s lap, consoled by the gentleness.
?I love this field, it?s close to my home and you?re safe from hunters.?

When Oren woke up the pup was gone and she headed back over to her pack.
?You missed the morning run,? a she-wolf smiled at her with a small rabbit in her jaws.
?This is for you.? The she-wolf dropped the rabbit at her feet and then trotted away. Hungrily, Oren gulped it down before settling down with her pack mates. They were going to sleep until night so they would have plenty of strength for their longest run of the season.

A rustling sound awoke Oren and she looked around to see a crowd of white wolves staring directly at her, and when she looked to her side she saw the golden eyes of Phantom.
?Time to go,? The hostile tone of the she-wolf?s voice rang in the chilly night air. Obediently Oren stood up and threw a sad glance around at the home she had known for so long but did nothing else as she joined the wolves at the top of the slope. In one swift mob they ran over the hills. Oren expected them to head into the forest, yet she didn?t mind when they changed course for the rolling green hills.
?You can be who you are now, you?re free.? She felt the faint, hot breath of a brute on her neck.
?I know Ky, that?s why I wanted to come.? Oren smiled at the brown wolf as they both ran across the charred brown grass and dodged bushes and stones that were on their path.
?Hey, it looks like there?s a trail here?? Ky nodded at Oren?s sighting.
?It?s from Currumpaw pack. We?re joining them,? Questions and doubt buzzed around in her head, she had heard that the Currumpaw pack was famous for killing livestock. Did Oren really want to do that?

As the sun began to set they arrived in a place where there were few trees, but large hills and tumbling rows of prairies and bushes. In front of Oren stood two wolves, one was large and grey, the other was small and snow white.
?Hello?you look?different.? The large brute spoke.
?She?s new, hello, Lobo.? Custer shoved her aside and stepped up to Lobo, both brutes studying each other for weakness.
?First they must hunt for our packs dinner, then we will welcome them.? The small white she-wolf spoke. Custer nodded and led Oren and the other wolves off in a different direction. She braced herself for the run of her life.

Life is working to get what we desire and the challenges we face. A journey, not a destination.

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