I don't know what to write! SO I'll just write a little narrative of a ____, I won't tell you what it is!!!
My ears twitched. A far off sound made me bolt upright, I wanted to dart away and into a safe place but this was my territory. No one has the right to come on it. My ribs poked out from my thick black fur, I was starved. I shivered and lowered my body into the thick mist that hung around me. I crawled forward, the far off noise got closer, it was persistent. Stopping every now and then but only for a few seconds, I pointed my ear to the West, that's where it's coming from. I crawled into a thick bush, I heard the sound coming closer. I knew what it was now, the noise is a sled. It's getting harder to sled now, the forest ground pokes out from under the snow a lot. I growl loudly, purposely, hoping whoever is sledding will leave. This tree is mine. MY tall oak stands in a clearing, I used to thrive on rabbits who would hop under the tree, once a family lived there. I've fought several battle with other of my kind. They're jaws and wide, insane, eyes still haunt me. I have scars and a limp to prove the war stories. The sled is closer now. I can see it, it's a deep reddish-brown. I once knew a reddish-brown sled, the man leading was broad and had a hearty laugh. He's the reason I'm here, lying, broken, under a massive tree with no food and no hope. I roamed for months, howling and trying to desperately track him. The sled was only a few yards away, I was still cautious. I growled louder, a little louder and I would have to snarl rabidly. The sled stopped. I saw panting dogs, some collapsed and isn't even bother to look me way. I knew they could smell me. I stank, my fur was matted and I can barely sneak sips of water from the river without others of my kind snapping at me and driving me back into my tree. I couldn't bathe myself. I watched the dark figure who held the reins, it moved towards my wolf. I could tell it was human, a man, his mustache gleamed a bright red against his dark grey hood. I almost jumped at him, but I resisted the urge to attack this trespasser. Then I recognized him. I crawled out from under the bush, still shaking. He smiled, "Welcome home Wolfie."
My ears twitched. A far off sound made me bolt upright, I wanted to dart away and into a safe place but this was my territory. No one has the right to come on it. My ribs poked out from my thick black fur, I was starved. I shivered and lowered my body into the thick mist that hung around me. I crawled forward, the far off noise got closer, it was persistent. Stopping every now and then but only for a few seconds, I pointed my ear to the West, that's where it's coming from. I crawled into a thick bush, I heard the sound coming closer. I knew what it was now, the noise is a sled. It's getting harder to sled now, the forest ground pokes out from under the snow a lot. I growl loudly, purposely, hoping whoever is sledding will leave. This tree is mine. MY tall oak stands in a clearing, I used to thrive on rabbits who would hop under the tree, once a family lived there. I've fought several battle with other of my kind. They're jaws and wide, insane, eyes still haunt me. I have scars and a limp to prove the war stories. The sled is closer now. I can see it, it's a deep reddish-brown. I once knew a reddish-brown sled, the man leading was broad and had a hearty laugh. He's the reason I'm here, lying, broken, under a massive tree with no food and no hope. I roamed for months, howling and trying to desperately track him. The sled was only a few yards away, I was still cautious. I growled louder, a little louder and I would have to snarl rabidly. The sled stopped. I saw panting dogs, some collapsed and isn't even bother to look me way. I knew they could smell me. I stank, my fur was matted and I can barely sneak sips of water from the river without others of my kind snapping at me and driving me back into my tree. I couldn't bathe myself. I watched the dark figure who held the reins, it moved towards my wolf. I could tell it was human, a man, his mustache gleamed a bright red against his dark grey hood. I almost jumped at him, but I resisted the urge to attack this trespasser. Then I recognized him. I crawled out from under the bush, still shaking. He smiled, "Welcome home Wolfie."
