Opening dialogue from the second half of “The Lost Soul of the Wolfclan”
My story begins on the morning of my fourth day in desperate need of help...............
I am lost…
Hurt…
Hungry…
and lonely.
No truer words have ever been spoken.
The problem is.......
I don't know who I am.
I don't know where I am.
And most puzzling......
Just what in the holiest of the eternal hells happened to me? And how did I get this nasty gash on my forehead by my left ear.
For some reason, asking the other furs for help terrifies me. I have been sitting on a curb by a large empty house now for the past three days, hoping some fur will ask me what is wrong
Other than the clothes I have on, all I have is a ring that is around my arm and a tatoo of a strange paw print on my right foot paw. It is a gold ring with a strange pattern that looks familiar and yet at the same time unfamiliar. I wonder if this ring might be keeping the other furs from helping me, so I try to cover the ring with my torn and tattered shirt. While trying to cover the ring some fur steps on my tail making me jump and yelp in pain cracking my head on a post box I was sitting under. The force of the hit stuns me, and I sit down heavily hitting my head this time on the pole for the post box and getting knocked out. The last thing I see through the fog before passing out was a large fur running away.
