The darkness was broken from a small ray of light as he lifted his eyelid. The light hurt his eyes, he waited until they adjusted.

"Where....where am I, what’s going on?"

The young pup said. He realized he had many questions.

"And who am I?" As hard as he thought, nothing came to his mind. No name, no memories, he couldn’t even remember his parents. All he knew, was that he just existed. As he got up, he looked around and saw grass and a large cliff that stood over him. It was a beautiful place, wild flowers and large trees with an inviting smell.

"Is this where I live? Should I stay until my mother comes?" Did he even have a mother? He decided it would be better to leave and try to find some food. Somehow, he had a natural instinct to survive, he made decisions that a young pup as himself, would not dare to make. As he got up, his leg hurt really bad, and blood rushed to his head causing a painful headache. His nose twitched as a somehow familiar smell filled his nose. He didn’t know what or who it was, but he knew it from somewhere. He decided to leave it be and move on.

"Why am I in such pain? What happened to me?" Still, even with such pain, he pushed forward. He was hungry, but he did not know how to hunt.

"I would do anything to have some deer right now."

‘How do I know the taste of meat? I don’t remember eating deer.’

Even though he knew this, the taste still lingered in his mouth. He started to quiver at the thought of food. But he could not have it, he was still to young. With his size, and his injuries, he had no chance to take down a strong buck, or a doe. He had no choice to become a vegetarian, for the time being.

"What could I possibly eat around here?" It was close to winter, and most of the vegetation was dead or frozen. Besides, he knew nothing about plants, or eating it for that matter. He managed to find a small plant and he ate what was left of it. "BLECH! How can anyone eat this junk?" For the rest of the day, he would go without eating.

"At night, the winter winds will freeze me to death. There must be a place to sleep for the night."

He was really surprised on how much he knew about survival, he was not even a year old. There were no caves or shelter around. He ripped at the grass and branches so it would provide some warmth against the elements. Before he fell asleep he said to himself.

"The night will swallow me, and before I will see the dawn, I will probably be dead."

The cold was unbearable, it stopped his blood, making it harder for him to breathe. His life felt like it was getting shorter with every breathe he took.

The next day

The sun was a miracle for him. As he awoke he knew he survived, but he could not keep doing this. His hunger was to much for him. He would do anything to sink his teeth into some meat. His nose twitched with enthusiasm. This smell...it was amazing....food!

"That’s the best thing I’ve ever smelled!" It was cooked meat over a fire. No matter what, he was going to try and grab himself a little bit, just the smallest amount would be enough for him. He followed the smell. As it became stronger, his hunger drew him to do whatever it took to taste that meat, even if it meant killing. He hid in a bush to see how he could grab some.

"Good, only one man. If he tries to catch me, ill make sure he knows that he made a mistake."

The man was pushing the embers with a stick under the roasting meat. He was tall, and had a strong figure. In his late 30s to early 40s, he wasn’t some weak old man. He had to be careful of him. He made his way out of the bush and slowly approached the man. The man turned around and saw the young pup, it was to late to turn back now. The young pup growled with teeth baring, and muscles tensed. For a moment, the man showed the same hostility, and pulled out a large knife. The mans expression changed from hostility, to friendliness. He saw how young the pup was, skinny, and injured. The man put the knife away and smiled at him.

‘What’s he planning? Does he believe that I am fool enough to trust him?’ He thought.

He did not change, he was still ready to fight. The man turned around and grabbed a large piece of meat off the carcass. He knelt down and held out the food for him. The pup still held his ground, but was confused.

"Its ok, I can see how hungry you are." The man said.

‘He’s offering me food? Why would he do this?’

The man still knelt there waiting to see if the pup would accept his offering.

"Im not going to hurt you, I just want to help."

The pup found himself taking small steps forward. His hunger was driving him insane. Why should he steal food, when it was being offered to him? As he came closer to the man, he hoped he was not making a mistake by trusting him. He was now in front of the mans hand.

"Go ahead, its ok." The man encouraged.

The pup smelled the cooked food, it was mesmerizing. He grabbed the food from his hand and enjoyed the taste.

"There you go, good boy." The man said as he patted him on the head.

He looked at the pup and saw he was injured.

"You must have been through a lot lately, your not lookin so good."

He didn’t feel so good as well. His head felt like a wet bag of cement. He looked up at the man, his eyes were friendly and he showed no threat to the pup. The man gave more food to him until he couldn’t eat no more.

"Where is your mother? Wolfs don’t usually travel alone, especially at your age."

He wish he knew, he wish he could remember his family, anything at all. But he couldn’t. But now he knew one thing, he was wolf, at least he knew that. The man looked at him and said,

"Funny, you look like a dog, but your larger and stronger. Maybe both."

‘Great, im a mutt. I cant even be proud of myself.’ He thought.

The man petted him,

"You’ll never survive the night in this condition. Maybe you shou-" He suddenly stopped what he was saying and looked straight into his eyes.

‘What is he doing? Does he hate me now?’

The man sat up and had a questionable look on his face.

"I’ve never seen this before. I’ve seen dogs with different colored eyes but, one is red, blood red."

The man stared deep into that blood red eye. His eyes suddenly grew with fear, a panicked breath came over the man. The pup couldn’t understand what was going on. The man shook his head and went back to his old self again.

‘Was it my eye? What did I do to him?’

The man covered the eye with his hand.

"As I was saying you should come back home with me. You will never go hungry, or sleep in the cold again."

The pup wagged his tail. Someone wanted him, the man didn’t care if he was dog or wolf. For the first time, he felt....happy.

"Come on, I don’t live far from here."

The pup followed and was eager to see his new home. The man was right, he didn’t live far at all, only twenty minutes or so.

"Welcome to your new home, boy." The man said as he opened the door.

The pup looked around. The house was in very good shape. It was well cleaned and organized. He smelt around and looked in every room. This place was new to him, he smelt something else to....others. When the man walked in, he shut the door and the noise echoed through the house. Other dogs came from the rooms he had not yet looked in. They did not seem to care about him, they walked past him and greeted the man.

"Hey...there’s my group! You all been good while I’ve been gone?" The man said as he petted and greeted them back.

"Everyone, meet the newest member." He said. He picked up the pup and set him down in front of everyone.

The pup was scared to be surrounded by much larger dogs than him. The man walked away and went into the kitchen. The dogs looked at the pup with question and interest.

"He’s quite large for his age."

"He might be a wolf."

"You think he’ll be a good hunter?"

Some of the dogs said.

"Out of my way! Ill be the judge of this whelp!" A stern, hard voice said. Other dogs moved out of the way to let this large husky through. He walked up to the pup, he looked at him for a while and the sniffed him.

"Pshhhh! Thompson really dug deep into the trash for this garbage." He laughed. Some of the other dogs laughed with him.

Thompson must have been the man, now he knows his name. The pup felt so worthless and weak. The large husky must have been the leader, if he judged him wrong, then noone would like him.

"Leave him be Stone! He’s still a pup." A voice spoke out.

Everyone turned to see who would speak out against Stone’s judgement, except for Stone, he could tell who it was.

"Ahhh Dawn...your looking incredible."

"Save it, you’re the last person I would ever want to be with." She growled at him. Dawn was a slender husky as well. She had more reddish fur though, something the pup has never seen before.

The pup didn’t quite know what was happening, but he understood what she was doing. She walked towards him and sat next to him. She smiled and asked him,

"Hi there, im Dawn, what’s yours?"

"I...I...I don’t know." He said shamefully.

"Great, we got stuck with a real genius." Stone laughed.

He couldn’t see but he could tell Dawn was giving him a scorn, because he stopped laughing.

"Its alright little one. There is no need to be scared." Her eyes were deep blue and full of love.

"I cant remember anything.....who I am, who my parents are, nothing."

Dawn noticed his eye, how one was blue and the other red. But she paid no attention to it. She curled up around him and nuzzled him.

"Im here for you. I wont let anything happen to you. I promise."

Dawn was only a year old or so, she always wanted pups of her own, she happily accepted him as her own. He could not remember his own mother, but she cared for him as her own. Stone watched from the other room, he became angry.

"How could scum like that win her over so quickly, when I’ve been trying for years?" He said to himself. He snorted and walked away.

Thompson walked in from the kitchen with a glass and a bottle. He saw how Dawn was curled around the pup, he smiled.

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