2001-2018 Detjen Haynes
Published on stormrise.com on October 7, 2001.
A light gust
of wind wove its way through the forest, carrying with it
the chilly touch of winter. leaves stirred in the wind and
their rustling mingled with the babble of a nearby river.
On the bank of the river sat a young cub, leaning out to
look into the water. His brown eyes, sparkling with curiosity,
moved quickly, as he quickly scanned from one rock to another,
looking for anything of interest.
a quick burst of movement from the corner of his eyes, and
he slid over a little looking down at the new section of
water. Unable to find whatever it was he sat up, brushing
some hair out of his eyes. The cub stood up looking for
something new when he received a send.
It's time to eat.**
stomach growling at the thought he started running for home.
Home was in a
nearby holt that rested in a clearing near the river. Along
the clearing rested the trees that held the den. Normally
the dens were full of elves moving from one den to another
or working at the base of their trees in everyday work.
The clearing would be used as a place to play for the cubs.
Wolves and elves would run around wrestling, chasing each
other, or racing. Sometimes they would find something to
play with, such as a ball of fur which they could kick around.
last few months a horrible disease hit the holt. It started
wolves first. The holt had no healer just a herbalist. She
was unable to stop the disease and soon only one wolf had
survived. Shortly afterwards the Chieftain fell victim to
the disease, and it spread.
Now out of
the once rather large holt only five elves remained, but
had also been
talk by the others about leaving. Racing through the clearing
reached the tree with their den in it. Their den rested
just off the ground, with a small rock used as a step to
get in. Outside it would be hard to find the den as the
entrance was carefully camouflaged, normally the dens tended
to rest higher up in the trees where they wouldn't have
to hide the entrance, but his mother had for some reason
wanted to live closer to the ground. Inside the den was
a cozy little place. At the rear was several furs
which was the
bed. On one side rested small shelves formed out of the
tree. Another side held a table and a couple of small chairs
to sit in. At the table rested a rabbit, recently caught.
His mother sat in one of the chairs with a knife, carving
up the rabbit. She was dressed in a green dress that ran
down to the floor, bulging a little in the
the round belly betrayed itself. She smiled to Wandering
Leaf as he came in.
"There you are,
I hope you're hungry." he nodded vigorously as he sat down
the meat placed in front of him. She sighed slightly as
she too started eating.
died today." she announced sadly. Silverberry had been Wandering
Leaf's last playmate before the cub finally fell sick.