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srry it took so long, but heres the complete third chapter. Thanks for the replies! this is so far my favorite chapter yet, so tell me what you think...

Chapter 3- Regrets

The wolves had been in the den, talking about moving when they heard the gunshot go off. It was very close, closer than what they wanted to be.
“Its humans!” squeaked Gart.
“The pups, where’s the pups?” asked Nella.
“They were outside,” noted Torn, bounding outside the den. Sant followed him, accompanied by Karya, too look for the pups. Gart stood outside the entrance waiting for a reply. Many minutes passed, until Sant bounded back into the den.
“The pups,” he said, “The pups are gone!”
“What?!” yelled Nella, beginning to get a huge knot in her stomach. She wouldn’t let those ideas get to her, but now they seemed real. “What are we to do?” she asked, feeling sick.
“I will find them,” said Torn, bravely admiting the challenge.
“We shall look for them,” said Sant quickly. “Stay here, and stay low. Gart!” he yelled, turning to him. “Don’t let the human cross territory.” he said angrily.
Gart nodded his head in approval, and stuck his ears up bravely. It was the chance to show himself.

* * *

“No!” whispered Farv angrily. “They’ll see you!” Lesa continued to lay low.
“What, what will we do. We cant move, I knew this was a bad idea, I told you guys it was a bad idea!”
“Shut up, Tark!” whispered Lesa.
Tark stopped hallucinating. He realized it was too real. “What will we do?” he asked.
“Hold on,” said Farv suddenly. “They’re walking back.” the pups watched as the humans silently left the bloodied field, coming back the way they came.
“Come on!” yelped Lesa. “Lets go!” The pups followed her, escaping what seemed to be an unending nightmare. They ran through the dense forest, never stopping. They slowed at an enormous tree, and cought their breath.
“You… you think they saw us?” asked Tark.
“Im…not sure.” answered Farv. They all huddled inside a little cove of the huge trunk, escaping the world.
“I think they’re gone.” said Lesa silently. Suddenly they heard the sound of feet, coming closer. The brush broke at their right side, and out came Sant.
“Daddy!” they all yelled, jumping towards their rescuer.
“Pups.” he said, hugging them back. “Thank Tarn.”
“We saw the humans, papa.” said Lesa, starting to cry.
“They didn’t harm you, did they?” asked Sant.
“They didn’t see us, father. They killed a herla.” said Tark.
Sant suddenly became angered. “You pups had disobeyed us.” They all looked down. “That herla could’ve been you. You completely disobeyed your pack.” It was a good time for them to learn their lesson, even though Sant was glad to have found them safe.
They returned to the den in the dark and was glad to see Torn in the entrance. As the pups entered the cave Nella instantly hugged and licked them. “Oh, pups. I thought I lost you. Torn had entered and stood before the pups.
“You know that was a dishonest thing to do.” he said. Again they looked down, putting their tails between their legs.
“We’re sorry, uncle Torn.” they all said.
“And to the pack.” he said again.
“We’re sorry to upset the brotherly pack.” they answered.
The evening passed by and the pups where put to bed. Karya returned out of the entrance and joined Sant in the pack discussion. It was an eerie talk, and they all knew the question would be asked.
“It is no longer safe near the den.” said Torn, striking a hard point into their minds.
“I realize that,” answered Sant sullenly. “Before the fall.. we must leave.” The pack looked into his eyes, as if for shelter.
“To go where?” asked Karya.
“Find new territory. Leave this place behind, for the good.”

* * *

The following week was a quiet one. Even the pups, who, after going to far could no longer leave den territory. But, since their trip, Tark had become much braver and started to venture with his siblings. They did not know it, but while they would play the pack would prepare for the long trip ahead of them.
The day came when the pups were awoken unusually early, and when Farv asked why, Karya answered “We must go on a trip.” The pups eyes lit up, and were easily out of the den. Tark, Farv, Lesa, and Karya waited there before the pack silently came back.
“All is well.” said Torn, motioning Karya to come. The pack left in complete silence, and though the pups didn’t know, the last time they’ll see their original home. Although they didn’t know, they were beginning the journey that would change them from pup to pack member. The journey that would change their lives forever…
Sant led the pack away from the clearing, for he knew that that is where the humans would hunt. They slipped quetly through the forests, under brush, through bushes, and every step even more exciting to the pups. Farv and Lesa were marveled, they were seeing new things they never knew even existed. They noticed new birds, uncovered new plants and saw marvelous new scenery. Tark was amazed by all the knew scents and colors he had never smelled or seen, and for the first time bounded up to run side by side with his brother and sister.
When it was midday, the pack hid under a fallen oak, surrounded by heavy brush, totally hidden. Torn and Gart came back with two hare’s and rest them in front of the children.
“There isn’t enough for all of us,” said Tark.
“That’s fine,” answered Torn. “You pups must eat so you can grow big and strong to hunt your own food!” he said.
The pups glared. They all liked their uncle Torn, and gave no hesitation to eat. They had ran more than they ever have in their life, and were very hungry. When the pack had left, and Karya lay away from the shelter, the pups curled into a huddle and anxiously talked about this magnificent day.
“Did you see that skyhawk?” asked Farv, spreading his arms out as if a bird. Lesa giggled and answered,
“Ya, that was the biggest bird I’ve ever seen!” she explained. “I saw some more herla,” she answered, “and this plant with huge leaves!”
Tark and Farv answered with a “Wow!” Tark rolled over on his back, tired from the running and meal. “I smelled many new scents.” he answered. The pups silently drifted off into sleep, dreaming of what was even farther than what they had traveled.

* * *

By nightfall, the pack was on the move again, and traveled at a steady pace. The night sky was most dazzling, as they continued for the unknown. They had traveled about four hours, and as they neared a clearing, the pups were talking about a owl they had heard.
Karya told them to stop whispering, and they instantly looked up. It was a quiet field, with the tall grass swaying and bugs humming. Sant turned around and whispered, “I’ll go halfway, and ill sigal you if its safe to cross.” he said.
Before anyone could object, he padded out into the field. He remain low, just about the hight of the grass, and cautiously looked about. Halfway, he put up his head, ears cocked, listening and looking for any sign of danger. There was none.
He signaled the pack to come, and Karya lead, followed by Nalla, Tark, Farv, and Lesa, and Torn in the rear. As they left the shade of the forest, the field turned suddenly quiet. They had noticed it, but couldn’t turn back now. They met Sant in the middle and continued towards the other edge.
Suddenly there was a gunshot, and Farv felt a painful sensation in his leg, and went down, hitting the cold earth hard. He could hear more shots go off, and Torn’s lifeless body fell before his eyes. The pain was unbearable as he drifted off into blackness…

any one? Tell me what you think...

I know how you feel, Huttserwolf. It's so hard to get good comments these days, but never EVER let that stop you!
Anyway, I really enjoy your fanfic so far, and I hope you'll finish it!
Heck of a cliff hanger, though! MORE!!

thanks, im continuing with the rest...

Hello, again. Heres the next chapter, but this story is almost forgotten about.

Chapter 4- Newcomer

Farv awoke with unbearable pain, and started to cry. Yet as his vision came back, he noticed that everything was different. He was in a wooden cage, with chicken wire as a retainer. The ground beneath him seemed to be moving, as if his world was traveling away.
The room he was in smelled horribly of human, and the humans dogs. “Momma,” he whined, “Father?” He peered out the cage and saw many other boxes like the one he was in, and in them many animals. A human walked past suddenly and he curled up in the back. He stopped walking as another human appeared and they talked.
“Where are these goin’” he asked, smoking a large cigar. “The trains on its way to San Francisco,” said the other one, continuing on into the next moving room.
The other human walked past and dropped his cigar and doused it on the floor. Farv smelled the strong smell of smoke, as he did sometimes back at the den. “The den,” he thought to himself, and started to cry again. “Tark, Lesa?” he asked, as if to get a reply. There was nothing else than the whines of other animals in the car.

He awoke again later as the room came to a sudden stop. The human entered and opened the door to the room, letting sunlight pierce the eerie dungeon. He spied momentarily as he saw the man take boxes of animals out of the car, before being picked up by a huge hand. He was escorted from the car, and put into a car. The human left him in there, and he could hear and smell the animals around them. The human returned with another box, and placed it in front of his, blocking off sun again. He lay in pain while the floor started up, and began to move again.
It had gotten much warmer, and Farv began drifting off when the vehicle suddenly stopped. He heard dogs barking and motors humming, and the smell of human was unbearable. As the box in front of him was removed, he saw many humans walking around, dogs and birds, also.
He was quickly picked up and placed by the pile of boxes that the humans had made. When his world finally came to a rest, he heard some dogs talking, and was amazed he could understand what they were saying.
“Hey, Nikki.” said one dog.
“Ya?”
“The men brought some new animals,” he replied.
“Bird’s, dogs, what else?” he asked as the two passed by in front of Farv. “Hold on,” he said, sniffing the air, and leading him back. Farv curled up in the back of the box to escape the two. Suddenly the face of one dog appeared in front of him, and soon the next.
“Ooo, lookie here!” said the other.
“Hehe, its one of those, wild ones.”
“Ya, Brak was talkin about those,” mentioned the one. “He called them wolves.” he said.
“Hey, buddy?” asked Nikki, trying to communicate with him. Farv kept in the back, scared.
“He looks good to eat.” said the other, licking his lips. Just then the human called out, “Nikki, Youco, get away from there!” The dogs were gone shortly, and Farv was back by himself. In this new world.

* * *

It had been at least five suns since Farv had been taken. From the small box he found himself in, he was put into a larger space, enough to run around in, but still guarded by wire. The confined space he was brought to had a bowl of dirty water, nothing like the streams and springs he remembered drinking from. There was also a large plate, where the humans would put food upon. The food was terrible, sometimes cooked by the fire, or had been left undisturbed for suns. This got him sick.
The humans would always try to feed him by their big hands, but they gave up as he kept away. Twice they had tried to put a rope over Farv’s neck, but he would bound away. He hated where he found himself, and was tired and lonesome.
It was about Larn when the humans came about to distribute food. He got closer to the back fence as the humans reached his space. Without trying to feed him, they just set the food down on his plate. He would let it sit there, though. He wasn’t in the mood for eating.
Farv looked over as one of the dogs in the opposite pen padded over to the side of the fence.
“Hey, wolf!” it whispered towards Farv.
Farv remained silent.
“Its okay, buddy.” it continued. “My names Brack. I won’t scare ye.”
Farv laid his muzzle on his paws. Without giving a second thought, he answered the creature. “My names Farv.” he answered.
“Eh, Farv?” said Brack. “Why don’t you just dig yourself out of the pen?” he asked. “You got big claws.”
Farv had thought the same thing. “I would not know where to go.” he answered. Brack sipped some water from a tiny mud puddle.
“Ya, you wouldn’t get far anyhow. Hey, I’m fascinated by the wild, you come from there right?”
Farv looked away, trying to hold back tears. “Yes,” he answered, feeling more trapped than before.
“Explain to me what it is like out there,” he answered, sounding curious.
Farv decided to remain quiet in front of the beast. “Leave me alone.” he growled.
“Its okay, friend.” answered Brack. “Do you have parents out there?” he continued on.
Farv was placed back into the open field, back into that terrible night. His paws were moving, keeping quiet. Everything seemed hopeful. Suddenly the shot…
Tears streamed down his muzzle. The worst thing was that he had no idea if they were okay, he had no idea if they were just lying dead in the field. He had no idea what had happened to Lesa and Tark, no idea if Torn or Karya had survived. He was by himself in every way, without any hope of knowing.

* * *

The dogs were let back in the following morning, back from a midnight run. Farv pretended to stay asleep but listened with one ear. From the pen beside him there seemed to be a large commotion. Dogs were mad, yelling around. Farv couldn’t piece together what it was all about.
“Do you think it is true?” asked one dog.
“Why would the humans do such a thing?” asked another.
“He has great sense of smell, and direction… I mean, he came from the wild, it’s in his blood,” came the voice of Brack.
“Shut up,” said another. “You’re the weird one who enjoys talking with it.”
Farv heard pads coming his way. “Wild one!” a voice yelled at him. He remained on the ground. “Wolf!” it yelled again. A large bone came hurtling across the pen, smacking him in the back of the head.
He got up slowly and turned to face the fence. Standing on the one side was the unmistakable figure of Sheath, the lead dog. Farv was still learning about why dogs pull carts for the humans, and Brack explained that Sheath was the one who is in the front, or the lead dog.
“Wild piece of ******,” snorted Sheath. He turned back to the other dogs. “He has no build. He would not be useful in anything!”
Brack spoke out. “Do you think what Tullie said was true?”
“There is no way I’ll be on that team if it’s in it!” yelled another.
“NOR WILL I!” came the cheer of many others. Sheath turned back to Farv.
“Why did the humans want you?” he said. “You’re more of a nuisance than anything.” He turned away and all the dogs followed him.
Farv was at a complete loss. What did it all mean? He couldn’t put the pieces together. Brack padded over, and for the first time Farv was happy to see him.
“What was that about?” he asked, still puzzled.
“We heard from Tully that the humans were planning to use you as a dog in the sled team I told you about.”
What!, was all that went through Farv’s mind. “Wh-What does that mean?” he asked.
“They are going to make you a sled dog.”

Wow, I think you're right about that. Long time, no story.
Anyway, yet another tough chiffhanger. Keep going!

The story continues!
Sorry for those who care//:

Chapter 5-Lost

Tark had been behind Farv when the gunshots went off. Just seconds before, he put his head down to sniff a scent of pine near the grass. The crack of the weapon sounded and something flew right over his head, dropping Farv in front of him. He heard Sant yell “Scatter!” but the words never processed.
He stood stock still, watching another flash from the trees light of the face of a human. Suddenly there was a tugging on his neck, and he watched the ground start moving beneath him. He smelled the scent of Gart, who had pulled him from the shock.
“Always run!” he yelled, bounding for the nearest wood. Before the edge of the clearing, one last shot broke out, and Tark was instantly dropped to the ground. He turned teary-eyed towards Gart, who lay panting in the tall grass. It was easy to see what had caused him to stop running, a large whole bled terribly above the neck.
He did not know what to do, what to say. His mind was full of emotions. Fear settled in as he watched two humans emerge from the trees across the clearing.
“Tark…” he heard, very faint. He dropped his head to face Gart. He was breathing fitfully, taking short gasps.
Tears streamed down his muzzle. “Y-yes?”
“Always run.”

* * *

The words Gart had told him relayed through his head as Tark moved through the forest. He had long left the clearing behind him, but he would not stop. He couldn’t get his thoughts away from what had happened. “Always run, always run…” went through his head, keeping his paws moving, leaving the past behind.
He entered a canopy of large fir trees, and his vision became worse. At last his paws came to a stop, and he huddled near a large trunk. The night winds had turned horridly cold, and he longed for Nella.
Parents? The pack? What had happened to them? He wished he hadn’t thought of it. Where were they? Were they all right? More tears were bled.
Suddenly a shot, faint but frightening ripped through the forest. Tark winced as the crack faded into the harsh world… He knew they found Gart’s body still alive.
His mind was sent back to the den, back to when the wind was a slight ripple in his fur, where the birds sang and the crickets chirped, and the sun set a beautiful portrait upon the evening sky. Back to where Sant and Nella were waiting for them, where Karya would tell him fabulous stories and Torn would explain of the mountains.
Dreary and confused, Tark slipped into sleep. As the nightmares consuming the lost pup died away, two wolves were escaping the clearing across from Tark, bounding through brush and forest. Sant could not believe what had happened as he ran with Nella close behind. It had all happened so quick, without any warning.
On top of a small ravine overlooking the forests beyond, the two came to a grave rest. Tears were streaming down Nella’s face. Sant lay half sobbing and mystified by what had happened. It almost felt like a terrible dream, and he was suddenly going to wake up back at the den. Without words, he let out a low, mournful howl, like those which the past terrible event had caused, and had still not left him. The images of the night which had brought Torn to their den flashed through his eyes.
There were the movements of the bushes, as a strange wolf appeared. “Help me please.” Tears streamed down Sant’s muzzle. He did not know if Torn was okay, or even alive. He heard the sounds of the dogs in his thoughts, and envisioned the lights of man’s fire pass through the woods.
Yet the barks and grunts of the dogs seemed almost real. He smelled the strong scent of burning ash in the wind. Awaking from his nightmares, he stood up on the ravine and looked upon the forest. Everything was utterly silent, no chirping of crickets, or calls from night owls. It was as if the Forest was silently watching, waiting.
Sant’s eyes focused upon the forest, and he could see a long trail of smoke emerging from the trees. He could see light at times, when it would seep through the boughs and trunks of the woods. He realized his fear had come to life.
From the deeps of the forest came a frightening call, a call that Sant had come to recognize.
The humans were hunting.

* * *

“Come on, lets go play!” came a familiar voice. Tark looked to see Farv and Lesa bound from the den. He watched as the two raced across the small clearing, feeling a weird sense of safety. He saw Torn and Karya talking with each other, and Gart and Sant were off to hunt.
Once again the pups would stop at the edge of the clearing, waiting for him to come.
“Come with us, Tark,” said Lesa, urging him to follow. “Please?” He felt so lonely and miserable.
“You will have fun, and we will protect you.” tempted Farv.
He answered a faint “Ok,” and carefully followed them. They padded through the forest, as a new world unknown opened up to him. Farv and Lesa continued in front of him, acting cool because they had taken this route dozens of times. As he bent down to sniff a unfamiliar scent near the leaves, he found many foot prints continuing from the path into the wood.
“Look what I found,” he said, impressed. Farv and Lesa were even more impressed.
“Let’s follow it!” they said, and started down the overgrown path in the forest. Before long, they were at a loss and mixed up in the dense wood. Lesa began to get scared but Tark and Farv remained brave.
“We came from this way,” He blotted out, trying to sniff back to the deer trail.
“I don’t know,” answered Farv, remaining by the tree.
“Come on,” urged Tark, realizing he was the one tempting them. He followed the scent back to where he thought they had come.
The forest became suddenly quiet, and he began to get a little scared. With a final push through an overgrown bush, he stepped back upon their original trail. A sigh of great relief swept over him.
“Guys I found it!” he said aloud.
Nothing answered.
“He turned back around to where he found the trail. Nothing seemed the same. He searched for something recognizable but distinguished nothing.
However, a strong new smell filled the forest around him. It came from down the path, leading back towards the den. Or so he thought. Nothing seemed the same in the eerie forest. He searched again for Farv and Lesa, but his frightened mind found no trace.
With no heed, he began walking down the narrow path, following the unfamiliar smell. Obviously, he thought, that it would bring him from the deep woods. As he moved down the trail, the smell became stronger and more distinct. It was almost reassuring but dangerous.
The trail came to a fallen tree, overgrown with weeds and vines. The toppled pine was barricading the trail to the end, and Tark wasn’t sure what to do. He would not venture back into the trees, he would loose his direction. He dropped to his belly and lay forward on his paws. He had no idea where to go now. He was lost and lonely in an unpredictable forest.
Perhaps by luck, he noticed a small hole which tunneled through the tree. He put his head in and saw that it led through to the other side of the trail. Without hesitation, he began to squeeze his body through. It was just large enough to fit his torso and wide enough to move. He wiggled his head through a bough on the other side, and slid out the hole. Panting somewhat, he turned to face the path. Just a few feet in front of him there was a sudden drop-off. He could see trees over the valley and a setting sun in the East. He climbed the side of the hill, and looked magnificently over the valley.
His poor eyes saw blurred images of rocks and trees, all stunningly draped with colors of the fall season. From this spot he proposed he could see for miles across the valley, and in between two summits making up the valley, he noticed large mountains coated with snow. It was a captivating masterpiece that Tarn himself had painted in the heavens above. Without thoughts he took in the scenery like the Elk take in its water for survival.
Survival.
It was then that Tark remembered the scent that brought him his survival. It still hung greatly at the cliff he stood upon. He put his nose to the wind, and breathed deeply through his powerful nose, as Sant had taught him. As he lowered his muzzle, he predicted that it came from the valley. Yet he noticed nothing in the trees below him.
He padded closer to the edge.
A sudden fear stroke through him, and he shivered back. A loud call rang through his head, from the dogs that were coming up the slopes.
A sullen memory flashed through his head.
“Always run.”


The chapter is not complete, but i had to post it up. IT ONLY GETS BETTER!!

p.s. (the last part is a nightmare)