The Lost Region: Chapter 3

     Snow flew outside of the pack's gathering den. In fact, the snow was flying so fiercely, you couldn't see your own paws. The wind sounded like a thousand wolves howling at the moon. It was one of the largest storms in wolf history; strange weather for the month before the moons of the heat bugs. Inside the den,Wave tried to calm down the pack. Their howling was too loud for Wave to hear his own thoughts, let alone his voice. Little did they know an enemy was hiding outdoors.
     Wolfclaw stood outdoors, standing guard. His ears twitched as he heard some breathing. "Probably only a rabbit," said Wolfclaw aloud. Suddenly, huge paws took out Wolfclaw with a THUD.
     "Do you hear that?' asked one of the wolves. "The storm is knocking on our doors!"
     Outside, a bear was lumbering on large paws, creating a huge ruckus. As Wolfclaw awakened, he found himself  sprawled on the ground. The entrance to the den was torn open, and there were screams coming from the inside of it. The bear had an expression of hunger on his face. He was heading for the pups when Wave leaped on the bear's back. The bear lifted his huge paw and knocked Wave off. Wave clattered to the ground. Wolfclaw bared his teeth as he stepped in as he took a lunge at the bear's neck. There was a splatter of blood and the bear stumbled to the ground. It lay still without a sound coming from its body. The wolves gathered around Wave and Wolfclaw and howled cheerfully. Wave and Wolfclaw turned to face each other and touched noses.