WolvesThe pack was closing in on the roebuck, their bright white teeth flashing in a full circle around it. The roebuck's eyes showed nearly the same color, it's eyelids unnaturally revealing the whites of it's eyes. It's tail and legs were both stiff and shaking, and it searched the circle of wolves around it for any possible opening. Frantic, though, it dashed at one wolf, trying to jump over it or at least kick it, but the wolf was too fast and lashed out at the buck's front leg, letting out a sharp bark. The buck toppled to the ground, only to clumsily get back up, and hobble backwards, towards another wolf's peeled back lips. The wolf's hind legs twitched in anticipation, but a noise came through the woods north of the wolves. They looked towards it, managing to leave an opening for the buck to escape from. It leaped over a wolf's head, red blood dripping from it's wounded flank, and it dashed with as much speed as it could muster through the free woods ahead of it. The wolves set off a
Mackrou Chapter 3"That's weird," Milli said confusedly when she turned the front page of the book. It was blank. Just a plain white page. No letters or pictures or designs or anything. She turned the next page, licking her finger to make the page stick to the tip. Blank again. The next page was the same, and Milli just kept flipping the pages monotonously, figuring something must be in here, some sort of word or code or something. But as page after page stared at her with the same white face, nothing was to be seen. Milli was getting frustrated. Her mouth opened idly and she shook her head softly as she stared back up at the boy, trying to piece together what this all meant. A boy passed out in a storm, who carries a blank book around his neck. Why? Why had this book not solved the mystery of the boy? She put the book down with a loud thump onto the bench next to her and grunted.
Just then a loud sigh caught Milli's attention and she looked to where it came from. It was the boy, apparently he had woken
Mackrou Chapter 2"Aaah. It's so warm and comfortable here. It sounds like morning. Mmmmm I am dry. I am so glad. I am so sleepy and happy and warm. I am fine just sleeping here. Forever. Hm I hear something. A clanking. And I smell something."
The boy's stomach growled sadly and his eyes flickered open slowly.
"Hm. If my stomach is growling then I am hungry. I agree. It smells so sweet and warm here. Maybe it is oatmeal. Or a waffle. Something that tastes good. I how do I know those taste good? Maybe it was....... oh well. I guess not remembering is fine. Where am I? I want to know. Oh well. It has yellow walls. It looks like dandelions. And I feel heat against my cheek. Ah it's so warm and nice. I want to sleep again. It is comfortable in here."
The boy's black eyes, after looking around a while, slowly closed again, but where interrupted by a new sound, a patter of soft footsteps and a slow sigh. They opened again and moved to face it, and caught sight of Milli, her brown hair falling off her