The Life of the Arctic Wolf

Prologue
I slept.

Opening my eyes, I sniffed the smelly air.

"P.U!" It smelled like rotten mushrooms and Dad smoking. I do not know why he smokes, to me Arctic Wolves can't. Probably a talent I hate.

I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

A second later, Mom called "EMERALD! WAKE UP!!!"

"N-no thanks Mom..." I said quietly.

Just then, I heard steps coming up the stairs.

"M-mom?" I opened my eyes.

"Yes. It's me, honey," replied Mom.

"Five more minutes..." I smacked my head onto the pillow.

"No." Mom held me.

I struggled out, but Mom kept me in her arms. "Gggg-neh!" I kept struggling out.

No way I could. Mom can hold things very tight. Even long without getting her arms tired or herself tired.

That's a talent I do not like, either.

"We're going fishing," she smiled.

"Fishing? Yes!!!" It got me so excited, I forgot about all the sleeping.

I leaped out of Mom's arms (well, that's MY talent I can do SOMETIMES) and hurried outside. Mom smiled and went out too. Dad just kept smoking.

We fished for uh, many fish.

Then, we just ate.

Regular eating, of course.

And then, after that, we did a bit more fishing.

Chapter One: Enchanted Flowers
W.I.P