The Story Of Red Fur II

The boy was brought back to the village safely. But as he expected, it wasn't a very welcoming return. The boy's parents scolded him for his actions and locked him inside the house. The villagers who brought him back informed everyone of what had happened to the other villagers who went out searching for him.

Unsurprisingly, the news shocked the entire village. Immediately, the village dispatched a group of people armed with weapons to the site where they had found the body to retrieve them. A couple of the families were devastated as they had lost one or more of their family members. And as expected, several of them blamed the boy for it. However, there were a few who defended the boy, saying that it was wrong to blame him since he was young, but they too soon went silent once they saw the bodies of the dead villagers that were retrieved.

The entire village unanimously agreed to lock the boy up to punish him for what he did. He was placed in a small wooden hut on the outskirts of the village. He was given three meals a day but couldn't leave his confinement. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Over time, he received less and less food until, at some point, he was only given one meal a day with barely enough food on the plate to feed even a small child.

One winter day, while the boy was busy rubbing his hands and feet to warm up, the wooden door slammed open. Two men came in and dragged him out, throwing him on the cold snowy ground. A third person lifted the boy back up and shoved him. The boy stumbled across the snow and looked at the three villagers, wondering why they were doing this to him.

One of the men held up a spear and pointed it at the boy, telling him that because of him, they lost a lot of hunters, scavengers, and farmers. They had almost no food for the winter and many in the village were starving. The man gave the boy two options: either die by his spear or leave.

The boy chose the second option and ran through the snow barefooted with rags for clothes. His teeth clattered and he shivered as he ran around, trying to find shelter. Eventually, he slowed to a stop. His feet were frozen and the blood in his body had gone cold, and he felt extremely sleepy. He couldn't go any further. The boy collapsed in the snow, staring wide-eyed at the sky. Oddly enough, after some time, he couldn't feel the cold anymore.

Snowflakes gracefully danced down from the cloud above and landed gently on his face. The only thing that the boy could hear was the sound of the wind howling as they guided the snowflakes through the air until they made it safely to the ground. The boy was never a believer in god nor believed in a higher existence, but he prayed for someone to help him. When it was apparent that no one would come and save him, he closed his eyes and wept. His tears didn't have time to even reach his cheeks before they froze.

He was going to die. The boy gave up and accepted his fate, silently apologizing to his family for letting them down, and to the villagers for taking away their loved ones. His punishment was well deserved. He didn't have any complaints about his fate. The boy let his body go limp and fell asleep.

'Am I dead?' Those were the boy's first thoughts as he opened his eyes. He saw a stone ceiling and felt warmth all over his body. Was he in the afterlife? His senses slowly returned to him and he got up from the hard floor and almost had a heart attack. On every side of him, there was a large gray wolf. They formed a tight circle around him and were keeping him warm.

One of the wolves opened one of its eyes and looked at the boy before shutting it again. The wolf growled softly and the other wolves around the boy all shifted their bodies to look at him. The boy was scared stiff but his fear quickly vanished once he realized that they did not wish to harm him and that they were the ones that saved him.

"Thank you," he thanked the wolves. He was not sure if the wolves understood human language, but if they did, they weren't showing any signs that would indicate so. One of the wolves moved out of the way to let the boy out of the circle. He looked around and saw that he was in a small cave, likely the wolves' den.

The boy wandered around the cave and saw that there were several wolf pups playing with each other by the entrance of the cave. They didn't seem to mind the snow that was falling on their fur. The pups saw the boy and stopped playing with each other and curiously ran up to him. They ran circles around him and followed along as he walked close to the entrance of the cave.

A strong current of cold wind blew into him, causing him to shiver for a split second. There was a blizzard going on outside. As far as the boy could see, there was nothing but white for miles on end. It was impossible to see out there.

*Growl* The sound of the boy's stomach growling loudly filled the air. He put his hands on his stomach. He hadn't eaten for a while now and was famished. His throat was also very dry and he needed water as well. He could probably last a bit longer without food but he really needed water. It was everywhere around him in the form of snow but he needed a container of some sort to hold it.

The boy searched around the cave and found a good-sized stone with a small dent in the middle of it. It looked like it would only hold enough snow for a single mouthful of water but he didn't complain. The boy picked up the stone and scooped up some snow with it and waited for it to melt. As he was waiting for it to become water, the boy sat down next to a wall and watched as the snow fell outside.

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