Cleo's Tale

Note- This is only the first story in the series. As I think of more ideas, I will add them. -CatQueen

Only a Pup
The wolf cub lay sleepily in the den, safe from the blizzard. She looked over at her grey-furred mother, her only parent left. Cleo didn't remember her father very well. All she remembered was that his fur was white as snow like hers. "Mum, I am hungry." She murmured, batting the larger wolf's legs. The grey wolf bent down and licked her carefully, as if she might hurt the pup. "Alright, Cleo. Stay here. I will be right back." The pup lay down, amber eyes slowly closing and melting into her soft white fur.

Cleo didn't fall asleep though. She listened to the howling winds. She listened to the branches scrape against the stone-rimmed den. She even listened to the birds calling out to each other. Even though she only had her mother, Cleo was happy. A single snowflake blew into the den, landing on Cleo's nose. She jumped in surprise at the sudden cold, but quickly closed her eyes again once it had melted.

Wondering what was taking her mother so long, she opened her eyes and sat up. A shadow darted past the den, but the young pup wasn't worried. She recognised it as her mother's. She must be taking ages because of the blizzard, with all they prey hidden away. A nearby bear's roar was heard, and her mother's familiar snarl, but once again, she wasn't worried. Cleo believed her mother could do anything! All of a sudden, a spine-chilling howl filled with misery reached the young pup's ears. ''Mother! ''Then there was a deathly silence.

More coming soon!