more time then I guess we're done for today." But Kalgorn just shook his head. "No, i tired right now. Maybe later." He didn't sound tired. It looked to Mist more like he was just frustrated and, well, low on confidence. He got up and walked off in the direction of their home, his head held low to the ground.

Mist sighed, watching his brown and white figure walk off. She couldn't blame him for getting low on confidence, he'd failed at catching a prey three tries in a row. That one small thing was throwing him off big time. Staring out in the direction Kalgorn had set out in, she contemplated for a way to help him get over this issue. This was one good thing about him not having any siblings. There was no one there to tease him. But, then again, there was no one there to incourage him.

At the end of that month, while Kalgorn was still trying to get over his impatience when hunting, Mist noticed something she had overlooked awhile back. While she had been busy getting Kalgorn ready to survive on his own, humans had approached. They probably hadn't noticed them or even knew they were they yet, but as soon as she picked up their scent, she knew they were close by. It was time for her and Kalgorn to move.

"Kalgorn" Mist called, trotting up to him. He had been laying on his stomach, staring absently into water of the river that ran through near their den. "Look, we got to go." Her words got Kalgorn's curiosity and he sat up, turning to face her. "What do you mean? What's going on?"
"Humans. I can smell them nearby. We've got to go before they spot us." her voice sounded urgent. At the mention of humans, Kalgorn stood up on all fours and, without another word, followed behind her as she ran off.

They ceased their running only at nightfall. They had both traveled at a fast run, eager to get away from the threatening presence of humans. As brave as she was, humans was one thing she was afraid of. She knew once the human picked up their trail, they usually would follow it and take out the wolf for food. Right now, with Kalgorn only seven months old, she didn't plan on leaving him. While she was sure he would be able to take care of himself and survive, he still needed to learn how to fight another wolf.

When they had finally come to a stop, both she and Kalgorn were tired. Having run most of the day, it was no surprise. Neither of them could tell for sure just how far they had run, but it didn't matter. As long as the humans were tailing them. Both of them just layed down underneath a tree, curled up, and slept the rest of the night away. The immediate danger was gone so they both decided they could do with some rest.

Over the next few months Kalgorn and Mist seemed to be plagued with near-encounters with humans. Wherever they ran, within a few days they were already able to pick up the scent of more humans. Over this time, Kalgorn managed get over his little issue for the most part. It wasn't constant any longer, but every now and then, he was unfortunate enough to go for it and his prey would either resort to it's own means of defense, or run. Like last month, when he'd foolishly tried to kill that porcupine. He didn't know if it was either the animal shot the spikes out of his back, or it just slapped him with its tail, but he did know that while the creature made it's get away, he held his muzzle in his paws whimpering. Several, two or three, of it's quails lodged deep inside his muzzle.

Thanks to the help of his mom, she bit down on the ends of them and plucked them out of his muzzle. Each time one came out, he yelped. Whimpering while he dreaded the pain the next one coming out would bring. It was a relief when all three had been removed. He had three holes in his muzzle, but they'd eventually close up. Kalgorn was now ten months old. The weather had steadily gotten colder and colder as that entered the coldest part of winter. The white substance known as snow covered the ground in thick sheets, temperatures dropped well below what Kalgorn was used to. His coat kept most of his body warmth in and his 'undercoat' helped keep out most of the water from the snow. But still, it was freezing. And since they'd been running from the ever-approaching humans, they hadn't managed to locate a proper den.

Instead, Mist showed him a way to keep warm in the cold, even without a den. He watched her dig a hole big enough for her to curl up in, then she explained to him that this would help insulate their body warmth inside the space they curled up in. Shrugging, Kalgorn gave it a try. Digging away at the snow until he'd created a hole just about his size and layed down inside it. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable he'd ever been, but at least it helped him stay warm.

The last two months passed by in a haze. He and his mother pretty much stayed close to each other. They pretty much just had each other right now. Their situation hadn't changed all that much since spring had come about. It was warmer, so they didn't have to worry about trying to keep warm. But they still seemed to be chased by humans where ever they went. They hadn't been physically spotted yet, but it was deffinatly odd how the scent kept finding its way back to their noses. Kalgorn, by now, had seen the look upon his mothers face several times when that scent reached her again. She always froze, like she had been paralyzed with terror, then she'd take off running, nudging him forward or calling for him to follow. He already knew humans were dangerous and a run in with one could more than likely result in death, but it didn't matter how many times they ran from the scent, it always followed them.

At the end of Kalgorn's twelfth month, in which he was now one(and had reached sexual maturity), he had reached his full size. Mist decided that they had to get help. They couldn't waste away the rest of their lives running from humans. "Tomorrow, Kalgorn, we set out for The Lylrite Pack territory. Maybe they will be able to help up out with our situation here."

Kalgorn nodded his head in agreement, sitting down. After all the running he and Mist had been doing for the last few months, Kalgorn's muscles, particularly in the legs and chest, had developed rather well.

They had only just stopped running to rest for awhile, but Kalgorn was already having this insatiable thirst. His mouth had gone dry, but he hadn't said anything about it until now. "Mom, look, im going to go find some water. Want to come with me?" the offer looked wanted. Liked she had wanted to drink as well, but hadn't wanted to bring it up unless he was thirsty too. "Yea, sure. Come on, im feel like I could drink a lake."
Kalgorn chuckled at her comment agreeing completely with her. "Same here mom. Same here." He lead the way, listening intently for the sound of water. His tongue hanging out as he breathed in and out heavily. For awhile, it was pretty much quiet. Things actually seemed. . . relaxing; peaceful.

But just as soon as the calmness had come, it left. As soon as they managed to find a river, Kalgorn spotted something at the bank of the river. It was a human, he appeared to be drinking from the river, but he couldn't tell from this angle. His mother, who hadn't noticed the human, started to approach the river. She might have been spotted had Kalgorn not pulled her back and pointed a paw towards the human.
She backed up further, hiding herself as best she could. Kalgorn however, kept low and out of sight, but still made sure he could watch this creature. He wanted to see what made them so threatening to them. He felt his mother tug on his tail urging him to come with her. He swallowed, pulling his tail out of his mothers teeth while watching this human.

As he watched, the human rose to his feet. Apparently done with his drink or whatever task he was doing at the river. The first thing he noticed about the human, was that he looked to be dressed in various animal hides. Then, his eyes fell upon the spear in his hand. His eyes widened as the fell upon it's sharp point. Again, he felt the tug of his mother on his tail, and this time he started to back up. Moving slowly, not wanting to make any noise or move to suddenly and allow this human to spot him and his mother. His heart raced in his chest at what felt like a million beats a second from the fear he felt. Now he knew why his mother had been so afraid of them.

He hardly drew a single breath the whole time he backed away. He didn't know how keen this creatures senses were, but he didn't seem to have noticed them yet. He didn't take his eyes of the human until he was out of sight either. Not looking back to see how his mother was doing, not looking anywhere else but the hand that held that spear. He could feel her behind him, still pulling on his tail. Obviously she just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. It was almost ironic. He, Kalgorn, had always been the impatient one and Mist had continually told him the importance of patience. Well, it seemed the table had turned. "Mom" he whispered in a hushed tone to her. He was trying to get her to stop whimpering, fearing it would give them away. She must have gotten the message because she stopped as soon as he spoke.

It took them a while, but after several minutes of slow backing up, they got far enough away from the human to run. As soon as they started running, they sprinted as fast as they could run for as long as they could keep it up. Traveling several miles before stopping to catch their breath. Kalgorn's sides were on fire and it was almost painful to draw breath. Mist wasn't much better off. She sat, breathing in short quick hitches. Their thirst all but forgotten, but neither of them wanted to take the risk of seeking water with humans everywhere. Instead, they wandered around cautiously, searching for a safe place to rest.

They didn't find a 'den' exactly, but they did manage to find somewhere they could rest knowing they were safe. At some point, a tree had