Baako.
"Follow him," Daxis started calmly, as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened. "Make sure he's not alone, it's dangerous out there," Daxis got a few nods in return of his request and they ran off in the same direction as Baako, who got a pretty good head start, but this patrol was also the best trackers in the pack. They could easily find Baako in minutes.
Baako knew his false father would send out a few wolves after him so he ran faster, choosing the most difficult route to follow. As soon as he was far enough ahead he ran in circles, continuously running over the same track and spreading his sent in different directions, hoping it would keep them off his trail. As soon as he thought he done a good job he left and ran as far as he could. He ran for hours and when he finally wore tired he slowed down but never stopped. He continued walking, looking at everything he found, taking in the new scenery. Smelling the forest, smelling the sweat off the trees, smelling the strange wolf near by......
Strange wolf?
Baako was on high alert in seconds and hid behind a bush. The wolf was still too far away to have seen him but Baako didn't take the risk. He waited patiently for the strange wolf to make an appearance. It took about five minutes before the wolf stumbled out of the woods. This wolf was roughly about the same age as Baako.
"Male. No bigger than I. Covered in light browns. Doesn’t seem to be the same breed as I,” Baako was ticking off the wolfs’ features in his mind. The wolf was close enough now that he should have picked up Baako’s scent. But the wolf didn’t react; he looked as if he couldn’t smell him yet. Or what if….Baako thought this wolf might already know where he was hiding and he was pretending he didn’t know which gave him the upper hand. Baako wouldn’t let this happen. He jumped out of the bush, right in front of the wolf, bearing his teeth in a warning manner. This gave Baako the advantage and he was proud of his success. The wolf yelped and curled up in a shadow of a tree. Trying to stay as close to the ground as he could. Baako saw the wolf was scared but couldn’t make out his facial features from under shadow. Baako thought about what his false father would do… He would terrify the wolf so much that he would never hear from it again by using his ‘warning face’ that meant If you speak of our encounter to anyone, you will regret it! Baako didn’t want to do that to this poor wolf.
“You didn’t know I was hiding were you?” He asked softly, letting his lips curl back over to hide his teeth. The wolf didn’t move he just stayed staring up at the wolf that nearly attacked him. From his motionless expression Baako guessed that he didn’t realize Baako had been hiding. There was a long pause of silence. Baako felt guilty for scaring the wolf who was obviously unknown to what was going on even now.
“I’m sorry,” Baako began softly. “I thought you knew and would have taken it as an advantage….” Baako slowly noticed that his logic might have seemed stupid to this wolf, so he stopped explaining and started again. “I’m Baako, who are you? If I may ask?”
The wolf lifted his head slowly out of the shadow of the tree. Baako could now see more details to the wolfs’ face. His light blue eyes was still filled with fear but now had a glint of trust in them.
“I’m Eli…” He said slowly.

Chapter Five: STRANGE SCENT------------Tuesday afternoon

Durango had been out all morning, to prove his greatness to his doubtful siblings. He was so caught up in demonstrating his magnitude that he didn’t notice Ronar and Terro’s plan to be rid of him and get closer to Litzy. He was also unaware of someone following him….This someone had been following him since the beginning of his journey. Either they were fantastic at following him of Durango was not paying very much attention. Durango was having a nice cool drink by a riverside when he finally noticed….For a good hunter he wasn’t good at noticing things.
His head shot up with his nose in the air. He smelt an unusual scent it was slightly familiar but not all of it. He didn’t understand how it could be so similar but so different. He looked down in his reflection in the water. He saw a dark movement behind him. It was blurred by the ripples in the water which didn’t help the identification of the smell.
He decided he needed to know who this was. The familiar scent was driving his mind crazy, he felt he just had to know. Durango turned around slowly, to face this somebody face to face and possibly question them about why they were following him. But as soon as his eyes fell on them, he understood everything, everything but one: this scent wasn’t familiar to him at all. Its dark, black fur was so thick that it almost looked cuddly. But the cuddliness didn’t look too friendly with those long, heavy looking claws and those sharp, dense, white-shining teeth. A mighty roar ripped from its throat, which pretty much threw away that last scrap of cuddliness.
Durango was terrified. There was nothing between him and the bear but about three metres length of short grass. To the right of Durango was a forest about fifty metres away. He thought the bear could easily grab him within those fifty metres. To the left of him was the river he had drank from. It was too wide to swim across and the water would be too deep and cold. He was trapped. The only thing possible would be to attack, hopefully hurt it enough to run away. As Durango was trying to plan his move, the bear was already making its way over to him at a very fast speed. Durango pushed his paws firmly to the ground, ready to pounce if needed. The bear’s clawed hand rose in the air, ready for a hard hit to this dog as it kept running for him. Durango stood his ground, waiting for the right moment, that one instant that would help him stay alive and dodge the blow. Of course Durango wasn’t 100% sure that this instant would come and if it did then he didn’t know if he would react fast enough in that time, but he stood confident and tried to watch every movement of the bear. The bear was just a few centimeters away now, its paw at the ready to lash out for him. Durango searched hard for an opening and as the bear’s claw finally made its movement.
That’s where he found it.
Durango leaped at the bear’s other shoulder that was barely moving. As the bear was thrashing for him it also knelt down quite a bit so it could reach him, this made Durango’s pounce a lot easier for him. As soon as his paws touched the bear’s back he turned around, he twisted with such speed and grace that if anyone was watching they’d think he turned in mid air, but no one was watching…..or were they?
Durango still hadn’t figured out what that familiar scent was that wasn’t coming from the bear. But he wasn’t worrying about that right now. He was more worried about of the bad taste from the bear’s shoulder as his teeth entered its skin. Admittedly he shouldn’t be worrying about that either. The pain from the bear’s shoulder irritated it of course, so it tried to swing at Durango all it could. But Durango was in an awkward spot for the bears grasp. So the bear fell to the ground on its back, hoping to crush Durango between her and the earth.
It succeeded.
The impact suffocated Durango. All air left his lungs, all feeling left his body except one. The pain from the air rushing out of him in such a speed, a speed that burned as it disappeared. Like when you trip over a rope and get rope-burn, only this rope was twenty centimeters thick rubbing on the inside of his skin, across his sensitive life source. After what had seemed to him like some very long seconds of this burning pain, another pain entered his body. This pain was more throbbing then burning and it was in his head. Durango had been holding his breath (Or not having the opportunity to breath in) too long that he gained a headache, his face went red under his fur from the pressure. The bear had rolled off him by this time and was ready to lash out again. Durango was unaware that the bear had moved, he was blind to everything around him. He had no feeling but pain. He couldn’t hear anything but a constant ringing. He couldn’t see anything but multi-coloured blotches blocking his vision.
The bear was ready to strike again, claws raised with a mighty muscled arm behind it. But before the bear could swing down at him, another set of harsh jaws hacked their way into the bear’s other shoulder. The bear roared in pain and irritation, it swung its arms around trying to attack its attacker but again, they were in an awkward position for the bear’s reach. Durango’s pain in his head and chest slowly disappeared along with the colourful moving blotches in front of his eyes. The first thing he saw was the bear swinging around aimlessly. Durango flinched, ready for the hit from the claws.
But it didn’t come.
Durango focused on what the bear was doing, he saw a light coloured figure attached to the bear. Although it still had a sting from the previous pain, his mind clicked. That familiar scent from before the bears attack, how could he have missed it? Even though he should have noticed, it was very unusual for this particular wolf to be out doing crazy things like this. But then again, he shouldn’t have been so surprised.
The wolf’s teeth went from the shoulder to the back of the neck. She was making great progress in harming this bear, a lot of deep wounds spread across the bear’s upper back, as if someone were continuously chewing on it – which