Running, Running, Running. That's is all that I was aware of what was
happening. Then nothing. I woke with a sudden startle as though I was
falling. This was not the first time I had this dream. I sighed as I
curled up closer to Attu. The morning sun was all ready starting to
creep into the den, I gave up on trying to sleep any more and started
out of the den. Trying my best not to step on any bodies tails I made my
way up and out. As I climbed out I stretched for a while letting the
sun warm my skin. Yesterday had not been to bad. Though Attu, Velvel and
my-self had lost the elk we had been hunting most of the day. I manged
to catch a few rabbits and a lazy bird with my hunting tools. While
Velvel and Attu had brought back a small weak deer to the rest of the
pack using just their teeth. I sat down on a rock by the stream in front
of our den and wondered how my pack could do stuff I couldn't and how I
could do stuff they couldn't. I played with my elk skins as I waited
for Radulf to start giving orders for the day