
((

Okies. I'll post now

))
Talkia sat at the entrance to the cave, glancing back at the others. If only she could speak like them... She didn't understand a word they said. She felt like hunting, but it wasn't the right time of day for it. She would be spotted in seconds by any prey she wanted to take.
Her thoughts drifted from the other humans to the pack. They were dead now, she knew, because the humans killed them for their furs... They were warm, but didn't their own skins suffice? Why did they kill her family?
Talkia uttered a small cry of anguish. She was still sore about her family being killed. She always would be. The town was down there... She could send the wolves to kill them all... No, she couldn't. She counted wolves as her own kind. Humans were the enemy. Only the humans who lived her helped her, understood her. She understood them too, although there was something wrong with all of them, including herself, they all uderstood and liked eah other. A proper community. Like it should be-like a wolf pack.