The Lone Lakota

11 Sep

By Emma Davis
6th Grade 

Chapter 1 – Hunting

In the French countryside, it smells like lavender, sheep, grass, and just the fresh smell of the country. But if you go to the very southern part of the countryside, you will smell the distinct smell of wolf: raw meat, wet dog, and grass. When you see the wolves close up, however, you will see, not the monster that you think of when you hear the word “wolf,” but a true masterpiece that nature has created.

One day, a certain wolf pack was out hunting for antelope when they came across a pen of sheep. They were about to grab one, when the farmer came rushing out with a rifle. He killed both of the alpha wolves before the rest of the pack fled. Meanwhile, the pups were playing with the babysitter in a shady grove of trees. One of the pups was a beautiful raven black. He was the son of the alpha pair, and was in for a big surprise.

About two years later, a young Lakota wolf was hunting in the forest with his pack. Suddenly, a moose appeared. They chased the moose until sunset, which is when they caught him. After they had devoured the huge herbivore, they ran off without the Lakota wolf. His own pack had abandoned him!

About two days after he was abandoned, the young Lakota decided to go to the nearest farm while the farmer was in the fields and steal a lamb. So he trotted down to the farm and found the sheep pen. Suddenly, what sounded like an angry swarm of bees filled the air. The wolf was about to run away when the farmer’s daughter appeared on her bike. When she saw the lone Lakota, she dropped her bicycle and ran to get her father. When he returned, his best black lamb was gone. Meanwhile, the wolf trotted down the road with a lamb in his jaws.

Chapter 2 – The Farmer’s Revenge

Without a pack, wolves are very lonely creatures. This lone wolf was so lonely that his feelings had become jumbled up and he couldn’t tell them apart. So for the period of two days, he had no feelings at all, just a ball of knots. When he realized how much he wanted another pack, he was determined to find one. So he set off, and ended up at the farm from which he had stolen the lamb. He fell down, exhausted.

At the crack of dawn, the farmer awoke. He dressed, had breakfast, and went to work in the fields. He was startled when he saw a wolf sleeping outside his gate, but recognized him from the day before. He commanded his wife to get his rifle. The wolf awoke to the shouts of the farmer. He got up, ready to attack. As soon as he heard the click of a gun, however, he bolted into the forest.

Unfortunately, wolves don’t run very fast, so the farmer caught up with him soon enough. He shot the wolf in the leg, then fled from the scene. The wolf licked the blood up as it poured from the wound. The pain felt to the wolf like the loneliness that he had felt the previous night, except ten times worse. It was not loneliness that he was feeling. No, it was hopelessness. The pain was worse in his heart than in his leg. Maybe he would never find another pack. Just then, however, he heard a howl in the distance.

Chapter 3 – Cougar Attack 

Even though he had a bullet in his leg, the Lakota limped his way to a cliff. A dead wolf lay at the foot of the gorge. It was pure snow white. This was a lone wolf like himself. He looked around for the source of this accident. Suddenly, a huge cougar leapt out of a tree. The lone wolf bared his teeth and snarled at the wildcat. He ran as fast as he could and attacked the cougar. He was so angry at it for killing one who might have been a companion that he tore into its side with his teeth.

The cougar lay screeching on the ground. It was helpless, but still alive. So he ripped into its chest, tearing at its heart. Then he howled to the clouds, hoping that it would be heard. His call was answered instantly, except not in the way he had imagined. Instead of the cry of wolves, he heard the cry of hunters, and shots only a few miles away. So he hid inside of a rocky crevice, hoping that the hunters wouldn’t find him.

Chapter 4 – Desperation

When the hunters arrived, the dogs came first. They were basset hounds. Suddenly, they started barking like crazy. They had found the dead cougar. “You were right, Jean, there was a wolf, a lone wolf, up here,” said one hunter emerging from the bushes. Once the whole band of hunters appeared, they started to examine the dead cougar.

Suddenly, the wolf leapt out. The bullet hole had scabbed over, but the bullet was still encased in his thigh, which would never be the same. He went for the dogs first, and killed every one of them. The men shouted to each other and poised their rifles, ready to shoot. The wolf knocked down the man named Jean, and ripped open his leg. While Jean lay in agony on the ground, the Lakota tore open the stomach of another man, killing him. Then he knocked down another hunter, tore open his throat and shredded the arteries, killing him also. Then the rest of the men fled.

The wolf then dragged the two dead men into the trees, as if to hide what he had done. After that, he came back to the cliff and licked up the blood.

Meanwhile, news of the killing reached the farmer. He was angry at the wolf for causing so many problems in his life. Jean was a good friend of his. So he grabbed his first weapon that he laid his eyes on: an ax.

He quickly ran to the cliff. When he got there, the wolf was still lapping up the blood. He quickly chopped off half of the wolf’s tail and walked back to town with the injured Jean.

The Lakota would never be the same. He had a bullet in his leg and only half of a tail. He had lost all hope. He would never find another pack now. The sun was going down, and the bears were out to catch bats. Suddenly the wolf heard a rustling nearby. He prepared to attack anything that came out of the bushes. When a bear emerged, he was not surprised. There followed a huge battle between bear and wolf. Then there was a snarling, and a cougar jumped out of the trees. It landed right on top of the bear, unexpectedly saving the wolf. The wolf quietly slipped away, then started running to a safe grove of trees. There he stopped, fell down, and went to sleep instantly.

Chapter 5 – Hope

The next morning the lone wolf awoke to a sniffing sound. There was a rabbit who apparently thought he was dead. That rabbit didn’t live much longer. After breakfast, the wolf heard joyful shouts of children at play. He decided to leave them alone. Then he heard a rustling in the bushes. He expected to see a cougar, but instead, he saw a pack of wolves. They were on the hunt, but stopped when they saw the wounded wolf. They brought him back to their cave, where he was nurtured back to health, although he was never the same wolf he used to be.

He still missed his old pack, but it was nothing compared to this new one. Eventually he mated and had pups with another wolf, but today we still call him the Lone Lakota.

 

 

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