Dire Encounters | The Wolf I Knew: TOME2 The Wolf I Knew

Dedicated to the Great Spirit who inspires me.

And my dog who proved faithful beyond human

fidelity as he laid behind me as I wrote.

CONTENTS

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title Page

copyright Page

dedication

chapter 1:  Taming of the wolf

chapter 2:  rediscovery

chapter 3:  stealing and deceiving

chapter 4:  wolf warriors prepare

chapter 5:  knocking at the doorsteps

chapter 6:  beta versus beta

chapter 7:  camp barbarian

chapter 8:  prayer and a lurid response

chapter 9:  then there were three

chapter 10:  signs of trouble

chapter 11:  rude awakening

chapter 12:  lessons in a wolf’s history

chapter 13: journey right

chapter 14:  the great clarita wolf pack

chapter 15:  family reunion?

chapter 16:  till death do us part

chapter 17:  fear not for I am with you

chapter 18:  truth and consequences

chapter 19:  past meets present

chapter 20:  driving urges

chapter 21:  hunter hunted

chapter 22:  like kinds attract

chapter 23:  tale of two packs

chapter 24:  considering faith

chapter 25:  challenging times

chapter 26:  bonding and recollection

chapter 27:  bearer of burden

chapter 28:  facing one’s demons

chapter 29:  consecration of faith

chapter 30:  bad is good – good is bad

chapter 31:  the fall and rise of wolves

chapter 32:  vision awakening

chapter 33:  stories told inside a smudge hut

glossary

acknowledgments

disclaimer

It must be written that although hallucinogenic drugs, herbs, and medicines are used in various rituals in many cultures, past and present, I do not condone the practice.  Dire Encounters books should not be construed as an endorsement.  It is my belief that The Great Spirit designed you as you are and to alter your mental state of mind by removing control away from your consciousness is detrimental to who you really are.  Be aware at all times without the use of mind-altering drugs.  Anything else is just artificial.

PUBLISHING

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This book is a work of fiction.  Any resemblances to people, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are creations of the author’s imagination and written fictitiously.

CHAPTER 1

Taming of the wolf

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C:\Users\cainus\Desktop\Books\Fonts\Letters\Stone Age\T.tif he icy sheets of hail had completely melted by the time Kahn reached the meadow clearing where he first met Alden near Tala Pass.  He walks over to the edge of a nearby creek; leaning down to take a drink.  A gentle circular eddy forms near the shore; calming the waters around where he prepared to lap.  He was startled by his own reflection; briefly believing another wolf was in front of him.  Even after realizing he was looking at himself in the pool, he no longer recognized the wolf looking back.

He stares at his image for a moment, noticing the extensive changes to his physical and emotional appearance.  Studying himself, he notices something glistening in his reflection; a small patch of white in the center of his chest that was not there before.  More grizzled gray was seen germinating around the edges of his muzzle.  It became unnerving, and he quickly disturbed the waters; dipping his lips into the cold stream to disperse his image; lapping up the liquid.

Water drips from both sides of his lips as he lifts his head.  He shakes his head back and forth; drying himself off.  Some creek water splashes into his eyes; causing irritation.  He lifts his left paw to wipe his eyes clear and for the first-time notices the patchwork of stitching over his forearm.  Lowering his leg back down, he wonders how bad his situation has become.  He survived a near-death experience with the dispatchers that should have killed him, but he seemed torn apart deeper within; not just the surface; emotionally.  Things were definitely not back to normal.  Something felt different, and not just his body.

Cautiously, he leans his neck over the slow swirling pool; once again looking at himself.  Numerous cuts, scars, and suturing covered his entire body.  It was shocking even to him; looking better than most of his prey after a kill.

The skin and tissue underneath was still healing, but feeling taught and leathery in most places.  When stretching from walking, running, or just lying down, he sensed the restrictions in motion due to the stiffness.  The discomfort he felt throughout his flesh should have crippled him, but the adrenaline rush from facing Grimm blurred the soreness.

Stepping away from the brook, Kahn turns around and looks over the meadow where he had battled Alden.  Letting out a conciliatory sigh, the facial muscles of his forehead, brow, and cheeks relax.  The battle now was with himself rather than anything else.  He ponders his next move.

It was far from his nature to yield, change or forgive.  Something new and unfamiliar was happening to him.  His personality was evolving.  He began feeling the change within him; not knowing what it was or why it was happening.  He wondered if it was just his damaged exterior affecting him and not his inner convictions.

He walks over to the exact spot where he first attacked Alden and looks down; sniffing for the memories of that day.  He lifts his head; eyeing the route where he chased him down.  He smirks; remembering the details of that day as if it just happened.  The memories were more humorous to him now rather than the tense battle between life and death that it was.  Though he would never confess to it, a glimmer of respect blossomed for the man that day.  If nothing else, he became a worthy adversary.

Humph, Kahn huffs; looking over the fields and the mountain canyon leading north.  I can do this...  I can do this...

He glances right.  Something in his periphery caught his attention in the sandy soil; an object held aloft by low-lying wildflowers.  An unusual shimmer sparkled from the ground.  The recently cleansing hail had washed the gritty surface, revealing something glossy above.  The object stood out from the rest of the terrain; capturing his attention.

Kahn steps over to it; bending down and taking a whiff.  His ears straighten in attention.  The scent of man was upon it.  It was his other long-toothed tiger knife.  Alden lost is his battle against Kahn.  The knife had slowly embedding itself in the sand; preparing to disappear forever.  Only the butt end of the shiny inlaid stone was exposed; glaring back the light of the sun.

Lifting his head, Kahn glances toward Tala Pass.

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Alden and Simeon were comfortably resting next to the fire hearth; chatting about various subjects.  Simeon was more accustomed to fire; opening up about himself, the pack, Kahn, and life as a Dire wolf.  Alden was explaining the different methods of hunting to him.

Our hunting parties would kill the largest and strongest of the herd; admiring the challenge and benefit of pursuing only the noblest of prey.  They provided for the many.  Nothing was wasted.  All of its parts were used in various ways.

Simeon cringes upon hearing the tactics employed by the man in hunting.  Though it is admirable not to waste resources, to hunt only the largest adults is not always the wisest of choices; Alden.  First it is an inefficient use of energy when there are always individuals much younger, smaller, injured or sickened that require far less effort.  Besides, if you hunted only the greatest, the fitness of the herds would eventually diminish overall.  There is something admirable about leaving vigorous potent individuals in place for a healthy renewal for next season.

A healthy supply of prey is a resourceful supply of prey.

Simeon adjusts his position on the buffalo hide; getting more comfortable; expounding his views on hunting to Alden.

Also, a patient wolf is a rewarded wolf, Simeon declares.  Patience is required when selecting the appropriate quarry from a herd of stag moose.  If given the opportunity, they will announce to you which is their weakest.  Those that display the most stamina and strength are avoided while more suitable targets are selected that show a lesser degree of individual fitness.

High leaps, elevated tails, boisterous grunting, raised cantered trots; these are the signals of robust adults disclosing their suitability as prey or not.  Essentially, communicating to us which one is an appropriate target; exactly opposite to the reasoning why you hunt them.

Simeon peers oddly at Alden.  There seems to be a miscommunication between you and your prey.  Expending the least effort for the greatest rewards is a more efficient use of energy.

As wolves, we seek weaknesses in the minutest exhibition from our prey; granting the greatest chance of success.  Interestingly, we are specially designed for detecting such weakness.

For example, the slightest infection of the skin, mouth, eyes, nose, or hoof can disclose weakness.  Simeon sniffs the air to demonstrate.  He places his nose on the ground and exhales; spreading dust to both sides of his nostrils; away from him.  The ends of our noses flair outward; disbursing air away from our next inhale, thus improving the detection of such disease.  But there are many ways to isolate potential targets.

Many things could signify injury, sickness, old age, or the coming of blindness.  A minor hobble of the back hoof of the leg, bumping into things erratically, stumbling in its gate, a thickened joint, puss oozing from a wound, fatigue, released scented hormones, or missing fur.  These types of things brand them as potential targets.  Perusing the lame, sick, young, or old produces the greatest chance of success.  And of course, there are benefits from targeting the weak that make the herd stronger.

Hum...  Interesting, Alden says attentively.  I never thought of it that way, but you are probably right.  The thought of feeding upon sickened animals was a bit disturbing.  We cannot eat sickened animals due to the risk of getting sickened ourselves.  Our digestive system is far less robust than yours no doubt.  We cannot eat carrion that is not cooked.

During a pause in thought, Alden gives Simeon an admirable gaze.  It’s sad my father could not understand you, Simeon.  He would have liked conversing with you. You and he both would have benefitted from the other’s philosophical discussions.

Yes, for that I am sorry...  Simeon suddenly goes silent; failing to finish his thoughts.  His face suddenly tenses.  His ears twist toward the doorway as he listens intently.

Do you hear that? asks Simeon.  The tone of his question bore warning.

Trusting Simeon’s senses, Alden becomes alert.  He listens but hears nothing usual.  Simeon gets up and moves toward the wickiup doorway.

Alden presses his wolf amulet against his chest.  It was vibrating with increasing intensity.  He follows Simeon to the doorway; grabbing the nearest spear.  Exiting the buffalo hide, Alden confirms what Simeon already knew.  Through the translation amulet, a new word was being repeated over and over.  Kahn had returned and was pacing about near the entrance of Tala Pass; calling out Alden’s name.  He must have only spoken it quietly at first, working up the courage; progressively increasing the volume until Alden finally heard it.

Both exit the wickiup.  Appearing agitated and troubled, Simeon sees Kahn in the distance pacing back and forth.  Kahn briefly stops when seeing the two emerge from the man den.

Come Here Alden! Kahn yells up at the cliffs.  Show some courage and Face Me!

It had been three days since last seeing Kahn; enough time to fester his bad attitude into a froth of violence.  Simeon looks to Alden with worry.  I should go and talk with him first.  I recognize his pacing behavior.  It is something he does upon great distress, impatience, or excessive anger.

Not waiting for an answer, Simeon begins walking past Alden; heading for Kahn.  Alden gruffly grabs the top of his collar; stopping him.

NO! Alden says resoundingly.  Stay here Simeon.  If this is another challenge, then I need to face him alone.  This will not end until one of us yields.  This cannot go on.

In a surprise move, Alden leans the spear against the wickiup, then takes out his tiger knife; dropping it to the ground.  And unarmed, exclaims Alden.  I wish no more battle with him.

Knowing the potential treachery of Kahn, Simeon responds with great concern.  That is not wise, Alden.  Do not do this.  This is quite dangerous.

That’s why you’re here Simeon, Alden half-jokes.  To back me up in case things go wrong.

I fear if such an event should unfold, there will not be enough time nor effort required to prevent nor stop it.  He could grievously injure you before I could intercede.  As I mentioned, there is little I would be authorized to do; regardless.  Additionally, from this vantage point, I would be unable to process any of his warning signs.  Understanding his intentions will be impossible from this distance.  He could attack at any moment; without provocation.

The concern on Simeon’s face was unmatched.  Let me go with you!

Alden looks down with some misgiving; hoping for more encouraging assurances from Simeon.  Facing Kahn defenseless was not in his plans, but he tired of living in fear.  He needed to find peace again.

None the less, I go alone, Alden stresses.  Remain here.

Simeon’s ears gently droop in unease.  He agrees to stay on the cliffs; reduced to watching the encounter unfold.

Continuing to pace about, Kahn waits for Alden.  He lingered a fair distance from the cliffs; not wanting to approach any closer.  He felt some sense of security and advantage standing on the outskirts of the man’s den.

Cautiously stepping closer, Alden lifts his hands in a show of disarmament.  He looks around for any advantages near him in case Kahn should attack, but there was none.  Both would be completely exposed to the other.  When Alden moves within pouncing distance, Kahn stops pacing and faces him.

You have returned, Alden states; tensely.

Not responding immediately, Kahn stares at Alden as if analyzing him; in thought about something.  Alden tries calming the situation with some words of familiarity.  I see my efforts have revived your stamina.  You seem well; stronger, healthier; more invigorated.

There was still no response from Kahn.

We thought you might have returned to your pack.  Simeon was going to wait another night before looking for you.

Kahn looks up at Simeon, still standing on the cliffs; watching attentively.  He turns to Alden and finally speaks up.

Yeah... well let’s just say I went looking for my roots, but they came crashing down.  His statement made no sense to Alden, but he figured listening was half the battle in reaching him.

Kahn looks down at his old wounds then up at Alden; wanting to say something but unable to express them in words.  He began pacing again.  Alden watches carefully for any signs of aggression.  It seemed Kahn wanted to talk rather than act, or he would have attacked already.  The opportunity to assail him certainly presented itself.

Panting more than usual, Kahn was having difficulty expressing what was on his mind.  The words strained to form from his mouth.  Nothing recognizable came out.  Then he suddenly spoke with greater assertiveness.

This is very difficult for me.  I am not one to go against my instinct if you haven’t already discovered.  Neither is admitting anything... right or wrong.  He stops pacing, looks away and then back to Alden again.  I’ve never noticed a difference between the two.  Never had to think about it.  I’d just... just... do what I felt.  Now... I’m not sure what I fee...

Alden tries interjecting with a reassuring gesture.  It’s alright...

Kahn abruptly interrupts him.  Let Me Finish!  He calms down a bit and continues.

I’ve enjoyed the freedom to do and say what I want.  That is my prerogative.  I’ve only answered to my father and mother.  No one else!  He glances up at Simeon, still standing on the ledge above; appearing more stressed.  Not even Simeon, who has been my mentor my entire life.

The flaps of his ears sag somewhat and the tip of his tail sinks; feeling a sense of inferiority as he takes in a large breath.  While looking down, his chest expands and then retracts; exchanging large volumes of air; sighing loudly.  He looks up at Alden.

I...  I...  After another heavy sigh, he tries continuing.  What I am about to ask is not just because I’ve lost my pack, but I feel... I feel...

Ahhhh!  What do I feel? Kahn asks himself in frustration.  I don’t know...

I feel...  He looks away; searching for inspiration to help answer himself.

After a long pause, he quietly says, It may be the right thing to do and ask.

I’ve always been taught to hate you.  You and all men.  You are my enemy!  But I honestly cannot say or feel that way about you any longer.

I didn’t wanna to believe.  I couldn’t believe, even after everything that has happened between us.  I refused to listen to Simeon until I saw for myself; the truth about man and wolf.  He glances over at Simeon.  He makes me so mad sometimes because he’s usually right about everything.

Gradually, Kahn’s feelings express themselves unbridled.  He had a greater reverence for Alden now; articulating his feelings truthfully to him.  He fesses up.

Despite my best efforts and your feeble form, you survived every attempt to get rid of you.  You stood your ground; defending yourself with impressive originality; making up for weaknesses in every aspect.  You challenge me.  Qualities that make up a great predator and adversary.

On top of all that you... you... spared my life and then lifted it back up from certain death after... after all that I had done to you.  I can’t understand that.  You are either feeble-minded or there’s somethin very special about you.  And I... I... wanna know which it is.  What it is.

Hesitating, he struggles emotionally; trying to express his next thought; one where it led him to the admission of a mistake.  To mention it verbally was the most difficult.  For Kahn to offer admission of fault voluntarily was simply unheard of.

An admission of anything was never an option in any situation, but Kahn felt the need to convey one here and now; to Alden.  His head sags straight down; refusing to look at him.  He stutters as he speaks.

I may have been... I mean I could have been...  I think I was...  I’m now confident that...  Then hollers out all the words; jumbled together in rapid succession.

I-was-mistaken-about-you-and-I-wish-to-join-you-and-your-pack.

There I said it!  Laugh and taunt me.  Banish me to the wilderness as the others have and I promise to go peacefully.  A saddened; pitiful look befell him as he blurts out, I have grown weak.

Kahn did not wait for an answer; knowing how he would have decided the matter if it were him choosing.  With his tail tucked and looking dejected, he turns around and starts walking away.

Where are you going? asks Alden bluntly.  Kahn stops; twisting his ears backward; listening.

Alden mildly shakes his head up and down in agreement; realizing the moment of reconciliation had just presented itself.  It takes an observant, conscientious soul to know what is right and wrong.  It takes a stronger one to admit when one’s self is in the wrong.

I too have some personal soul searching and healing to do myself, besides the one regarding you.  But prove to me you can be trustworthy and loyal, and you will be allowed to remain here with me.  Prove otherwise, and you shall be banished.

You may join my pack; Kahn.

Kahn was joyous and dumbfounded at the same time.  It wasn’t a feeling he had experienced for some time; a new sense of belonging and a chance to prove himself.  He whips around; asking in disbelief, Really?

I have only two rules, Alden insists.

Name it!

One, that you do not harass, injure, or attack any of my friends or pack mates; even if provoked.  That includes the condor and Shasta, who by the may never accept you.  And second, I am the undisputed leader; alpha of this pack; without challenge.  You accept that, listen to me, and I believe we can cultivate a constructive relationship.

Kahn’s jubilant mood soon disintegrates with Alden’s words. Alden could tell there was resistance to his proposal.  He reassures him that his role was not without benefit.

I am the decision maker, but you will not be without certain freedom and input.  As long as it does not harm our pack or place us at risk, I will consider anything you suggest.  I find value in sound ideas and suggestions and will listen to you.

So what is your answer? asks Alden; showing some reservations about the proposal and the consequences of Kahn agreeing to it.

Scarcely taking a moment to consider, Kahn declares, Done!  He asks for something in return.

I long to return to my pack someday.  Joining yours is with the understandin that eventually I may leave to regain position within mine.  He glances behind him; looking toward Tala Pass.  Someday.

After all, I am still the Prince of the Gamma Dire Wolf Pack.

As mentioned before, you will have the freedom of choice.  You can remain here with us or return to your pack.  BUT! Alden emphasizes.  The decision must be permanent if you return home.  The hostile forces against man are deep-seated within the leadership of your pack and I fear for our safety and my people.  It is best they do not know who and where we are.

Agreed.

Terribly excited, Kahn could not control his enthusiasm.  He shouts to Alden, We need to make this official!  Stand still!

Kahn sizes him up; raising his left paw in the air then shakes his head.  His paw only reaches Alden’s torso; his ruff scared and inflexible pads scrape against Alden’s skin on his chest; scratching him faintly.  No... no... that won’t do.  I need you lower!  Lower! Kahn tells him.

Lower yourself please.  Sit down in front of me so I can do this.

Unable to hear the conversation between Alden and Kahn, Simeon grew nervous; not knowing the context of his excitement; him bouncing around as he was.  It appeared as though Alden was submitting to Kahn; kneeling down to one knee; the pretext of an underhanded attack by Kahn.  His concerns quickly subside when he sees Kahn sit directly in front of him; placing his left paw over Alden’s right shoulder.  An exhilarating feeling overcame Simeon as he recognized what that meant.

Ahhhhh... The Friendship Bond!  They have made peace! Simeon says fondly.

The friendship bond was reserved mainly for royalty; something bestowed upon only the most trusted and revered.  This particular occasion was special.  The ritual had never been presented by Kahn to any other wolf or man until now.  Kahn had so few friends that the opportunity never presented itself.  He was unsure if even his father or mother had issued such an honor to a wolf before.

This is our way, Alden.  Kahn prepares himself to speak the words of the Friendship Bond.  He was certain this was the only way to begin and maintain a new friendship going forward.  With his paw still leaning against Alden’s shoulder, he announces the following pledge aloud.

Know this; Alden.  We are to be friends until death.  Let nothing come between us or around that friendship.  I will be at your side in the best of times and the worst of times.  I will defend, protect, and honor you and that friendship with my life.  May you do the same for me.

Those are the words and actions that seal our Friendship Bond, Kahn tells him.  It’s very special and permanently binding.

After the pledge, Kahn removes his massive paw from Alden’s shoulder. Enthused, he tells him, Remain here!  He scampers away; trotting up to some alder bushes behind him; sticking his face inside, he pulls something out.  He turns around and strides back to Alden.  He leans his head forward and drops Alden’s missing long-toothed tiger knife in front of him.

You appear pretty defenseless and toothless without both of your external fangs.  You’ll probably need this if you want to pal around with the likes of me.

My knife!  I had almost forgotten about it.  Thank you!  Alden picks it up; inspecting it.  Slightly dirty but intact.  He wipes it clean and places it back into its sheath.  He looks at Kahn; jokingly saying, "The Friendship Bond huh?  Was That All?  Just a paw on the shoulder and some whimpers?  Not much to it if you ask me."

Kahn was not new to ribbing when he was the instigator, but not used to being the brunt of the joke.  He often teased Simeon, who was way too serious for such inconsequential gags; making him a gullible target.  Kahn recognized the condescending remarks and jokes back.  Nope, there’s one more thing to it.  Remain seated and be very still.

Continuing to kneel, Alden watches as Kahn folds back his ears then points his long snoot between his legs.  Not knowing his own strength, Kahn raises his head using his stout neck muscles; lifting Alden up; throwing him backward; causing him to land on his rump a few feet away.

Ohh!  That wasn’t the effect I wanted.  Sorry bout that, Kahn says uncomfortably.

Impressed by his strength, Alden righted himself.  He reassures him that no harm was done in the physical or emotional.  It’s ok.  We are brothers now.  No unfavorable deeds can separate that now.

Kahn felt relieved.

In my tribe, we too have a Friendship Bond.  It is a ceremony my people perform when members reunite after a long separation.  It reaffirms our companionship but is quite complicated and time-consuming.  It would honor me if you would allow me to perform a small portion of it; sealing our bond in a dual ritual; performing a custom from both of our cultures.

Kahn hesitantly agrees.  No one had ever requested such a thing of him before.  Alden quietly begins speaking in an ancient language that did not translate in Kahn’s mind.  Once he finishes, Alden tries recreating a similar bonding touch that Kahn had performed; reaching out to touch his right shoulder.  Without warning, Kahn reactively snaps at his hand before they touch.  Alden adeptly avoids getting his hand bitten; dexterously retracting it at the last moment.  He rears backward; glaring at Kahn in astonishment.

With a whole lot of shame, Kahn apologizes.  Oh... about that.  Ever since I was a pup, I have never allowed anyone to touch me.  I don’t like to be touched and particularly pushed.  Basically, my rules are that unless I'm fightin or killin you... don't touch me.  Well, not directed at you per se, but you know what I mean.  It’s because of my father.  He doesn’t allow anyone to touch him either.  I sense there was somethin from my youth that haunts me.  I’d rather not discuss it.

But you just touched me?  What’s the difference?

Yeah.  It feels different to me when I’m instigating it.  I react intensely when I think someone’s about to touch me.  Just be aware, and I’ll try my best to control myself.

Alright.  Noted.  No touching.

Thanks Alden.

Well, that’s done.  We need to talk about other arrangements, like shelter, sleeping, and eating.  Simeon has been sleeping in our central hearth room.  You are welcome to rest there as well.  It’s warm, dry by the fire and protected from the elements.

Sounds ok, Kahn replies.

I am a good provider, especially with the help of Condo and Shasta.  Simeon has proven to be a great asset in gathering prey, as the contents of our food cave can attest too.  I hear hunting is a specialty among your skills.  I wish to tap those abilities to help provide provisions for our tribe.

Now you’re talkin.  When do I get to kill somethin?

In due time, Alden assures him.  "Let us move slowly at first, and then work our way forward to greater things.  Get to know each other; gain knowledge of our mannerisms; approach to things, personalities, and our character.  These things should be our initial steps.  Then we can begin working together as true brothers in whatever faces us ahead.

Even with the good intentions of Simeon, his efforts almost brought about disaster when he lured the likes of Taw-Tuk here.  It was my fault for not warning him.  Once we have learned each other’s ways and abilities through communication, we shall certainly be a unifying force to reckon with.

You could see the disappointment in Kahn’s face.  Nothing worth having or doing was worth waiting for.  Kahn had no other choice but to accept his way if he wanted to remain with Alden.

Huhhmm...  Alright.  Slow, steady, and boring it is, Kahn says objectionable.

Very well, Alden responds.

Simeon had come down from the cliffs; walking up to the two.  Wagging his tail in agreement, Simeon appeared pleased after witnessing Kahn make amends with Alden.  He checks Kahn out; sniffing to determine where he had been and looking for any new injuries or damage from his three-day ordeal.

I am wholly without words Kahn, Simeon tells him.

Quick to capitalize on a chance to tease his old mentor, Kahn responds, Hold that thought!  Forever Simeon!  That is the best news I’ve heard since knowing you.

Good to see you remain well.  I was worried about you.

Never felt better, Kahn responds.

Noticing the discoloration of fur around the lower parts of his lips, chin, and chest, Simeon comments on the changes.

What happened to your fur?  There appears to be faded sections of your darkened hairs around your face and mid chest.

I don’t know Simeon! responds Kahn, self-conscious about the white on his fur.  Maybe it was all the ice and snow that collected on it; changing it.

That is not likely, answers Simeon; knowing better.  No matter.  It is most delightful you have returned; in good health and heart.

If I may ask?  Where did you go and did you encounter any difficulties? Simeon asks; hoping for a straight answer.

Trying to panic Simeon, Kahn tells him, Oh, nowhere special, but I did run into Grimm outside of Gamma pack territory.

Simeon knew the potential consequences of meeting one of the dispatchers or any members of the old Gamma pack.  He yells back, What?  Where?  When?  What happened?

Ha!  Relax Simeon.  I took care of it, Kahn says with confidence.  My way.

Both Alden and Simeon grew more attentive.  What did you do? asks Simeon.

Nothing!  I just scared him to death.

What do you mean?  Grimm could expose our location if he should converse with the others, Simeon points out.  We could be in significant danger.

I caught up with him just outside our territory; west of here; near the Canyon of The Dead where we last met.  We scuffled a bit, talked a little, and then didn’t see eye to eye very long before he fell from grace to the bottom of a deep gulch.

Kahn waits until that sunk in and adds, His last words were Yiyyypp before splattering at the bottom.

He is dead then? asks Simeon.

Generally, that’s what happens when you tumble to the bottom of a high gulch.  So ya... he’s dead.

Then we have averted disaster; for the moment.  Simeon stares down Tala Pass, not looking at anything in particular.  He tries instilling the importance of avoiding contact with the pack.

Kahn, we should not loom near our old territory again.  The pack has marked us for termination, and it could lead the pack here; threatening us all.  We should remain with Alden and start anew.

That’s why I came back, to make amends with Alden and stay here for a while, but I don’t plan on hiding forever, Simeon.  I will return someday and claim leadership of the Gammas.  You can count on that.  They’re gonna pay for what they did.  Everyone responsible... especially my father.

That will not be a fruitful objective if you are only doing it out of revenge; Kahn, Simeon tells him.  Not wanting to listen to logic, Kahn’s folds his ears backward but understood what he was saying.

Well, either way, I will return.

Alden sees the two were having their own friendship reunion between themselves.  Convinced the immediate danger was over, Alden heads for the adobes; leaving Simeon and Kahn to reacquaint.  As the two wolves follow behind, Simeon turns to Kahn; nudging him gently; asking lightheartedly, You have never bestowed the Friendship Bond on me.

What?  Ahh...  That’s because you’re a given, Kahn replies; slightly embarrassed by the reminder.  Why waste valuable ceremony effort when the results are already realized.  Besides, this man beas... Alden, needed to see how it’s done... wolf style.

What did you tell him?  And what did he say?

"That’s between him and me, but we’re friends now.  But, I can tell you Alden had the usual restrictions that no one in their right mind would agree too; except for me today.  The typical can’t do this can’t do that routine.  Kahn sighs and says, Whatever."

Getting a content feeling, Kahn smiles; telling Simeon, As long as I get to continue bossing you around, I should make it through this ok.  He nudges him back with his snoot.

CHAPTER 2

days they pass

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C:\Users\cainus\Desktop\Books\Fonts\Letters\Stone Age\N.tif early a year passes since the formation of the new man-pack.  Summer, fall, and winter had come and gone as elegantly as it passed.  The rapport between the three grew stronger.  Personalities, temperaments, character, traits, quirks, tolerances, likes, and dislikes became better known.  Communication improved and they became better hunters, gatherers, and defenders... together.

Healed completely from all of his injuries, Khan had grown into a large, powerful, and swift capable Dire wolf.  He felt more comfortable around Alden; developing an attachment and bond equal to that of Simeon.  Having changed little in personality or stature, Simeon arrived at his peak in wolf prominence.  Both wolves had devoted themselves captivatingly to Alden, and he to them.  They were as one.

It was early evening.  Kahn was comfortably relaxing; warming himself by the fire while watching Alden go about his man business.  He lay very still; following his movements and activities; surveying him only with his eyes.  It all seemed a waste of time to him, but never a dull moment as Kahn amused himself observing him.

Alden was sitting down near the hearth fire, finishing up restorative efforts of the last old sloth armored wolf saddles.  He had replenished the parched leather with some neat’s foot oil; returning its natural supple texture.  Meticulously, he polished every glypto carapace shell woven into the skin using waterproofing bees wax.  The clinked layers of overlapping carapace made for an impenetrable full body armor; protecting against most direct impact to vital organs.  The belly was the only exposed and unprotected area.  Some of the leather straps needed replacing as well as some of the bone loops.  For added comfort, he fitted the underside of the saddle with layers of tanned hare fur.  After finishing, he proudly presents his labors.

There!  Restored as it once was; long ago.

Kahn lifts his head; commenting, Why bother?  They’re old and useless, just like my elders; past and present.  Kahn laughs at his wit.

Craftsmanship such as this should be admired, Kahn.  Alden lifts the saddle up; examining it; making sure every part was duly attended.  There are individuals who either possess great skill as a gift from the Great Spirit or those that acquire it through dedication, determination, and time.  I know not by which this was made, but it is something that should be respected and revered.  Think of it, after centuries of waiting, these saddles have been restored to their original glamor.  They could actually be used today.

Kahn suddenly realizes why Alden was spending so much time on the saddles.  He abruptly puts to rest any ideas Alden had about the saddles.

Hey!  Don’t be gettin any crazy ideas Alden.  Know this; you will NEVER see me with one of those contraptions attached to my back... Never!  You have a better chance wearin one yourself than ever gettin close enough to strap one of those on me, or catchin hares in the scrublands by yourself for once; without the help of Condo or us.

Alden smiles.  Never say never.  Besides, I thought Simeon might be more obliged to sport one on than you.  This one’s more his size.  The riding one.

Kahn snikers.  You won’t get Simeon’s cooperation either.  No sound minded wolf would entertain the idea.  Give it up!

That’s not the story the pictograms tell, Alden reminds him.  These were worn by your ancient brethren at the wishes of their man cub friend.

Obviously, those wolves were pup minded; easily influenced from the beginning or they would certainly have not agreed on wearin um.  With some proper coaxing, they can be persuaded to do about anythin.  I’ve trained some of our pups to nip at the back ends of our elders.  Kahn bursts out laughing.  Ahhh... the dumb of youth.  You could only get them to do that once.  For obvious reasons.

You know?  If you had worn one of these battle saddles when attacked by your pack, I believe you would have come out minimally scathed, Alden argues.

"Haha!  Battle saddles.  Don’t try sellin me on these Alden.  It won’t work.  Forget it!"

I’m just pointing out that these saddles grant the wearer an added advantage during any battle; against whatever dangers exist out there.  It would be added protection for either of you.

There was no manner of convincing that would sway Kahn’s refusal in wearing one.  But he did see the advantage in the added armor; his scar free neck was a testament to that.  Well, it would slow me down, and agility is one of my greatest qualities.

It’s strictly your choice.  I would not demand either of you to wear one, but I would like Simeon to at least let me fit one on him; just to see how it looks.

Yeah...  Good luck with that! Kahn exclaims.  He won’t do it.  It’s beneath him.

Where is he? asks Alden.

Out hunting near the scrublands I suppose.  He thought he smelled somethin unusual and went to investigate.

What exactly? Alden asks; uneasy; peering at the doorway.

He didn’t say.  He suggested I stay here and just took off.  I was too tired or I’d of gone with him; thinkin it might be something to kill.

Both heard the buffalo hide door rub together and watched as Simeon trotted into the hearth room.  He didn’t look alarmed, or otherwise concerned about anything; merely swaggering in with his tail wagging a bit.

Did you see anything Simeon? asks Alden.

Negative.  The winds are intense from the east and I detected some unusual particulates in the air; ones I had not sensed before.  They were too faint and unrecognizable.

Humph.  Perhaps a storm is coming, Alden suggests.

I do not believe so.  The particles I smelled were definitely from dehydrated scents, responds Simeon; assessing the memories of the sensation.  Unfortunately, I was unable to classify its origin or ingredient.  They were far too dispersed or I may have had better success in identifying them.  With greater winds coming our way, perhaps I will be able to recognize them when the concentration is more pronounced.

Here we go again, Kahn objects.  A mammoth farts in the wind from afar and Simeon has to overanalyze it.  Don’t you ever quit Simeon?

Still sniffing the wafts of air coming through the windows.  My curiosity about our world will never diminish.  A curious wolf is a knowledgeable wolf, and knowledge empowers.

And a boring wolf is still a boring wolf, Kahn mocks.  That never changes either.

Simeon.  Now that you’ve returned, would you entertain me with something? asks Alden; looking down at the finished wolf saddle.

Anything! responds Simeon, eager to listen to what Alden has planned.

Better wait til he tells ya what he wants first there... Mr. gung-ho, urges Kahn.  He tried convincing me about his wild idea and I put that notion to bed real quick.

Simeon looks at Alden; sincerely asking, What is it you require of me?

Alden stands up; picking up the saddle from the floor; showing him the refurbished product.  I finished reconditioning all of the old wolf saddles and this was the last one.  It’s the largest.  My best guess is their beta wolf wore it; the one with the paw imprint on the cave wall.  I think it would be a shame not to see it in use at least once more.  Would you do me the honor of donning it?

The beta’s? Kahn asks curiously.  Why do you think that?

As I noted before, it is heavier in construction; having a double layer of hide in the chest, flanks, and sides.  There is twice the concentration of shell carapace over it.  I believe it was designed to carry a small child or petite size man.  It is similar to the other riding wolf saddles accept this one is much larger.  And it has the same insignia burned into the back of the cantle as what’s written below the chamber peg that once held the missing collar.  I think the larger riding saddle was designed for the beta, but we simply don’t know for sure.

Or maybe the boy wore it, being the beta and the wolves rode him! Kahn amuses himself.

Simeon walks up to the freshly polished and oiled saddle; examining its scent and taste.  It seems harmless enough.  You wish that I should wear it?

Only for a little while.  Enough that I can admire its true purpose; that’s all. Alden reassures.

Kahn notices the objectivity in Simeon’s response.  He could tell he wasn’t going to protest wearing it like he did.  Speaking under his breath so just Simeon could here, Doooon’t dooo iiiiit!  Next, he’ll ask you to go walk Shasta.  You gonna agree to that as well?

Simeon glances over at Kahn but ignores his concerns; telling Alden, Of course.  It would be an honor.  What must I do?

Remain standing and still, Alden suggests.  This won’t hurt, in fact it was designed to be durable, lightweight and comfortable.  It would have been designed for a small child to mount on top of it.

Alden starts placing one of the elk hide blankets over his back then begins positioning the saddle on top of him.  Feeling a touch apprehensive, Simeon ducks his head when Alden lays the saddle skirt over his back.  Amazingly, the curvature of the leather seat jockey, back housing, and fenders draped perfectly over his shoulders, back, and waist.  Alden pulls the billet and cinch straps under his abdomen and armpits; tightening them liberally.  After attaching and adjusting the breast straps under his chest and tying them down, Simeon was in full body Dire wolf armor.  The only thing missing was a small boy mounted in the seat and holding the horn.

Wow!  You look great! Alden exclaims.  Just imagine, centuries ago, a small boy rode his four-legged friend in this saddle into unknown adventures, exploration, hunting, and battling.  You can actually see the dent marks on it; the horn jabs, tree branch scrapes, and fang marks punctured across much of it.  The yellow light of the fire actually highlights the indentations.

Simeon could not see much of it from his vantage point.  He looks at Kahn.  So?  What do you think?

You look absolutely...  Kahn held his thought for a long time before coming to his conclusion.

Ridiculous!

Why any wolf in the valley would want or allow himself to wear such a monstrosity is beyond me.  Don’t expect me to follow your lead on this one Simeon.  You can play dress up all you want; not me.  Give me freedom over restriction any day.

Simeon starts walking around the fire hearth; getting a sense of any constraints wearing the saddle.  He turns to Alden and comments, Amazingly, I am not limited in movement or agility as I would have expected.  There are some restrictions in turning sharply though.  I would assume when running in a gate, the requirement to spin around quickly would pose some problems.

Ha!  I told you!  Worthless! Kahn blurts out.

Alden grimaces at Kahn’s lack of retrospection and tries explaining the greater purpose of such protection.

There will always be drawbacks in wearing protective gear, but the benefit outweighs the negative in battle.  For instance, it would assist when engaged in life struggling skirmishes against a thrashing warthog, a lesser cat, or might I add... an attacking wolf or man.

You could see the mechanics of Kahn’s mind working as he thought through the scenarios presented by Alden.  It would not be enough to sway his opinion about the saddles and responded with just a grumbling sound.

Remain standing Simeon.  I want to demonstrate something remarkable to both of you.  Alden walks into the wickiup and pulls down his hickory bow and one of his chert tipped arrows.  He walks back and stands near the entryway of his bedroom.

Now Don’t Move! Alden demands.  The curiosity of both wolves peak.  They watch as Alden grips the handle of his bow; raising it toward Simeon; placing the arrow onto the guide and drawing back the string.  The bow stave creaks slightly as he pulls against it.  Alden had the arrow aimed directly at Simeon’s side.  Simeon remained motionless; obeying Alden’s request to remain still; completely unaware of the potential danger he was in.  Neither wolf had ever seen a bow and arrow in action before.  The concept was incomprehensible.

Alden carefully lines up his mark; making minute adjustments to his aim, then holds his breath.  The hickory bow kept its taut draw against the string.  Satisfied with his aim, Alden tactfully releases the tension from his fingers; flinging the arrow along a trajectory; true to its target.  The twanging sound from the string returning to its original position and the thud clanking noise the arrow made when striking the armored saddle were virtually simultaneous.  The chert tip of the arrow struck the topside of Simeon’s back but instead of piercing its way into his lungs and killing him, the arrow sparked, bouncing off; ricocheting at an angle and penetrating into the clay wall behind him.  Dust particles fell to the floor from dislodged earth of the brick wall.

Simeon immediately jumps; stepping forward with his head and tail tucked; startled by the unusual sensation of the arrows strike.  Khan was just as shaken by the noisy display.  He gets up from his seated position; looking bewildered by the event.

Holding the bow outward from his body in display, Alden makes his point with confidence.  If I were a man hunting you with this weapon, you would be dead or dying at this very moment without protection.  You remain alive and uninjured because of the saddle you wear.

Oh Great!  Man has deadly flying teeth! Kahn yells out.

Simeon looks back at his flanks; searching for where the pressure of the impact had hit him but doesn’t notice any injuries.  He looks at the wall where the arrow had jammed into the mortar between the clay bricks.  Impressive indeed Alden!  On both counts, responds Simeon.

Why haven’t you used your flying teeth in any of our hunts? asks Kahn; a bit unsettled.  It sure would have made life around here a lot easier."

Looking at the collected bounty of our food cache cave over the seasons, I’d say it was unnecessary, Alden says reassuringly.  Besides, I enjoy cooperating with the both of you on the hunt; observing your tactics and skills at hunting.

Alden walks over; pulling out the embedded arrow from the wall; admiring it.  He then explains what’s involved in constructing arrows.

Ignoring the comment, Alden continues with his explanation.  Beyond that, much effort goes into creating just one arrow.  I painstakingly construct every one individually; carving, heating, and straightening the shafts and fletching an end with feathers.  I personally chip every chert tip to proper form, then tie them to each arrow tip.  Much work is required for each one to assure accuracy.  And to waste even one would be unacceptable.

With attentive ears, Alden uses the opportunity to use arrow preparation as a teaching tool for decision making.  He looks at Kahn; slyly telling him, You know picking material for arrow making is much like the important decisions we make in life.  Kahn’s folds his ears backward.  His lips lower in response to a dreaded lecture that was inevitably forthcoming.

Choosing the right fibers to bind the arrow tips and fletching feathers to the shaft are essential, not just for arrow making but for all types of twine and rope assembly.  Fibrous plants that grow steady and carefully are preferred over ones that grow hastily, soft and reckless.

Alden walks into his storage room and brings out a strand of nettle and a hollow reed.  He takes the nettle; demonstrating its strength by pulling on it, bending, and trying to tear it.  This nettle grew with a stable, slow growth that provided the time necessary to withstand high tension and resistance to breaking.  A methodical and planned growth keeps it safer in a hostile environment.

Next, Alden takes the hollow reed and shows how easily it breaks; crumbling between his fingers.  With the reed, it grows rapidly; taking the easiest path to life and becomes brittle and vulnerable as a result.  The nettle and its fibers are preferred over others that lack such dependable strength.  It comes down to reliance.  Both plants have a purpose, but never for the same reasons.  That is why thoughtful and purposeful decision making is preferred over rash ones.

Kahn gets up and walks over to Alden; grabbing the nettle strands from his hand.  Manipulating them in his mouth, he chews on them; effortlessly snipping them into multiple sections.  He spits them onto the floor and looks at the pieces.

Not so tough now; huh?  He walks back to his favorite spot and lies back down.  My point is they both chop up just the same under the fang.  When you want somethin done, there’s nothing like force to make it happen.

Simeon sighs in discontent; shaking his head as he watches the scenario unfold.  Alden picks up the pieces; tossing them into the hearth fire.

Take Shasta for instance, Alden tells him.  If I wish her to follow me or dig a hole or drag the toboggan, I have to ask her rather than telling her.  My relationship with her is based on trust that has formulated over time; using care.  I certainly could not get behind her and push... could I?

Amused by the conversation, Kahn replies, I bet I could get her to move.  A quick bite to the groin and she’ll not only run but howl for me.

Yes, but when using force, she will never listen to you with free will.  There is no better way to create a bond with something than having it gained through trust.  Alden pulls on the bow, testing its resistance as he thinks of how to tie in the relationship of slow growth to stronger social bonds so that Kahn could understand.

"It takes time and care to develop such a relationship with