-The paw print path-

Chapter seven.

Although Crimson had let Hazel “tag along” he still didn’t trust her. She was always so happy. Why? Didn’t she say that she had no family? So why was she so joyful? She seemed almost oblivious to the dangers of the forest. She was always talking as well. What was wrong with her? She was doing it now too. “I always wondered why us wolves live in caves.” She said. “Haven’t you?” “I mean they are sorta cold and dark and…” Suddenly Crimson snapped. “NO, I HAVE NOT! WILL YOU JUST STOP TALKING!” “WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO HAPPY?!” He yelled. “DO YOU CARE THAT YOUR FAMILY IS GONE?!” He stopped, breathing heavily. “Crimson I’m sorry…” Hazel began. Crimson cut her off before she could continue. “No just go.” He said. “What?” Hazel asked. “GO.” He said again. Hazel’s ears dropped and her tail drooped between her hind legs. She walked slowly away then disappeared from his sight into another part of the woods. Crimson then continued walking walking his wound for some reason hurting more than they were earlier.

Crimson walked till nightfall then curled up next to a large tree. He was unable to catch anything to eat because his wounds slowed him down. He suddenly regretted sending Hazel away. Not only was she good company but he liked her. There was a strange feeling that came upon him every time he thought of her. He was falling asleep when something moved in his peripheral vision. He sat up and looked. Yellow eyes watched him. “Hazel?” He asked hopefully. A giggle came from the creature. Then it laughed hysterically. From his other side something laughed. Well it wasn’t Hazel. From the shadows hyenas came laughing and giggling. “Well, well what have we here.” One laughed. “A injured wolf.” Another giggled. “Leave me alone.” The weakened Crimson growled. “It would be a shame to leave him injured.” A hyena said. “Better to put him out of his misery.” Crimson was surrounded. One lunged at Crimson’s biting down on his shoulder. Crimson bit the hyena back and flung it. But more advanced. They where all over him biting and nipping him. Crimson was no match for them. He was going to die. But then something happened. Something rammed into the pack of hyenas knocking them off Crimson. A wolf stood over Crimson while the hyenas circled. “You want him?” The wolf growled. “You’ll have to kill me first!” A hyena lunged at the wolf. The wolf bit the hyena around the neck before it her. She flung the hyena. The rest of the hyenas charged her but they were no match. They went down one by one until they finally fled howling with embarrassment. The wolf looked down with her bright hazel eyes. “You ok down there?” She asked. “Hazel?” Crimson said surprised. Hazel grinned. “I told you that you weren’t in fit to travel alone.” Crimson smiled glad to have her back.

Later they found a new campsite just in case the hyenas decided to come back. They laid down to rest. “Hazel?” Crimson asked. Hazel looked up. “Yeah?” She asked. “Im sorry for what I said.” He said. “It’s ok.” She sighed. “I know I always seem so happy but it’s just…” she took a deep breath. “Before my mother died she told me that sadness comes and sadness goes but we shouldn’t hold on to it and one day all the ones we love…” she looked up at the sky. “we’ll see them again.” She said.

Hi guys I hope you’re liking my story so far. The next chapter is in the hyenadon.

-Ghost.