The Last Wolf

Deep in the cold mountains, there lived a grey wolf.

His name was Grey.

His fur was the color of winter clouds, and his eyes were yellow like the moon.

Grey was not a big wolf.

He was not the strongest wolf.

But he had a brave heart.

Once, Grey was part of a big pack.

There were many wolves.

They ran together.

They hunted together.

They sang to the moon together.

Grey's father was the leader.

His mother was strong and wise.

Grey had brothers and sisters.

Life was good.

But that was before.

Now, winter was hard and long.

The snow was deep.

The cold was sharp like a knife.

Food was hard to find.

One by one, the wolves of the pack were gone.

His father got sick and died.

His mother fought a big cat and did not come home.

His brothers went far away to look for food.

They never came back.

His sisters were taken by hunters with guns.

Now, Grey was the last adult wolf.

He was the only one left to protect the pack.

But the pack was not empty.

There were four little cubs.

Their names were Little White, Brown, Black, and Small.

They were only a few months old.

They could not hunt.

They could not fight.

They needed Grey.

Grey stood on a rock.

He looked down at the sleeping cubs.

The sun was going down.

The sky was red.

The wind blew cold snow across his face.

He sighed.

Being the last wolf was hard.

He was tired.

He was hungry.

He was alone.

But when he looked at the cubs, his heart became strong.

Little White was the oldest.

She was smart.

Brown was always hungry.

He was always looking for food.

Black was quiet.

He watched everything with big eyes.

Small was the smallest.

She was weak.

She coughed at night.

Grey worried about her most of all.

"I must be strong," Grey said to himself.

"I am their only family now."

"I am their father. I am their mother. I am their brother. I am everything."

A cold wind came.

Grey smelled something on the wind.

It was a bad smell.

It was the smell of danger.

He lifted his nose high.

His ears moved.

He listened.

Far away, in the dark forest, something big was walking.

Grey could hear its heavy feet.

He could smell its hungry body.

He did not know what it was.

But he knew it was a danger to the cubs.

Grey jumped down from the rock.

He walked to the cubs.

They were sleeping in a warm little cave.

Grey looked at them.

Small was coughing in her sleep.

Brown was dreaming about food.

Black and Little White slept close together.

"Sleep well, my little ones," Grey said softly.

"I will watch. I will protect you. No danger will come to you tonight."

Grey sat at the mouth of the cave.

His yellow eyes looked out into the dark.

The moon came up.

It was big and white.

Grey was ready.

He was the last wolf of his pack.

And he would not let his pack die.

That night, Grey could not sleep.

He kept his eyes on the forest.

He listened to every sound.

But in his mind, he remembered the old days.

Grey remembered when he was a cub, just like Little White and the others.

The pack was big then.

There were ten adult wolves and many cubs.

The mountain was their home.

They knew every rock, every tree, every small river.

They were kings of the mountain.

His father, Old Wolf, was the leader.

He was big and strong.

His fur was black.

When he howled, the other wolves listened.

He was fair. He was wise.

He shared food with the young and the old.

His mother, Sky, was the smartest wolf.

She could smell food from very far away.

She taught the cubs how to hunt.

She taught them how to run.

She taught them how to hide from men with guns.

She loved Grey very much.

Grey remembered his first hunt.

He was small.

His brothers laughed at him.

They said, "You are too little to hunt!"

But Grey did not give up.

He followed the pack.

He learned. He watched.

One day, he caught a rabbit.

The whole pack was proud of him.

His father said, "Grey, you have a strong heart. You will be a good wolf."

Grey never forgot those words.

Then the bad times came.

First, the men came.

They came with big sticks that made loud noises.

These sticks sent fire.

The fire killed wolves.

Grey's uncle died first.

Then two of his brothers.

The men took their fur and left their bodies in the snow.

Then the sickness came.

It was a cold winter.

Many wolves got sick.

They could not eat. They could not hunt.

His father got the sickness.

He was strong, but he could not fight it.

One cold morning, Grey found him.

He was lying in the snow. He was not moving. His eyes were closed.

Grey remembered how he felt.

He was angry. He was sad. He was afraid.

But his mother said, "Grey, you must be strong."

"The pack needs you. Do not cry. Do not give up. A wolf never gives up."

After that, Grey tried to be strong.

But the pack kept getting smaller.

His mother fought a mountain cat to save him.

She won, but she was hurt.

She walked into the forest and never came back.

His sister had cubs.

A big eagle took the cubs away.

She was so sad, she stopped eating.

She died too.

One by one, they were all gone.

Now, only Grey and the four cubs were left.

Grey looked up at the moon.

He remembered his mother's voice.

"A wolf never gives up."

He lifted his head.

He howled softly.

His howl went over the mountains.

It was a song of sadness.

It was a song of love.

It was a song for all the wolves who were gone.

In the morning, the cubs woke up.

They came out of the cave.

They played in the snow.

They jumped. They rolled. They bit each other's ears.

For a short time, they were happy.

Little White was the biggest cub.

Her fur was almost white.

She had smart eyes.

She always watched Grey.

She wanted to be a leader like him.

"Grey, look at me!" she said. "I can jump high!"

She jumped over a rock.

Grey smiled.

Brown was a fat little cub.

His fur was dark brown.

He loved food more than anything.

"Grey, I am hungry!" he said.

"When will we eat? Do you have food? I want meat!"

Grey laughed. "Brown, you are always hungry."

Black was quiet.

His fur was all black like his grandfather.

He did not play much.

He watched. He thought. He was a smart cub.

Sometimes he sat next to Grey.

He looked up with big eyes.

"Grey, what are you thinking?" he asked.

Grey said, "I am thinking about how to keep you safe."

Small was the smallest.

She was a thin little cub.

Her fur was grey like Grey's.

She was often sick.

She coughed a lot.

Today she did not play.

She sat by the cave and watched the others.

Grey went to her.

He licked her face.

"How are you, Small?" he asked.

She said, "I am cold, Grey. I am tired."

Grey's heart hurt.

Small was weak.

She was getting thinner.

If the winter did not end soon, she might die.

He needed to find food for her. Good food. Warm food.

"I must go hunting," Grey said to the cubs.

"Stay in the cave. Do not come out. Do not make noise."

"Little White, you are the oldest. Watch the others."

"If you hear something, go deep into the cave. Do you understand?"

Little White stood tall.

"Yes, Grey. I will watch them. I will be brave like you."

Grey felt proud.

"Good. I will be back before the sun goes down."

He ran into the forest.

The snow was deep.

His feet made holes in the snow.

The trees were covered with ice.

Everything was white and cold.

Grey ran fast.

He needed to find food quickly.

But the forest was empty.

There were no rabbits. No deer. No birds.

The snow had chased all the animals away.

Grey ran and ran.

He checked the river. He checked the meadow.

He checked the cave where bears used to sleep.

There was nothing.

The sun was high in the sky.

Grey was tired. He was hungry too.

He stopped by the river.

He drank some cold water.

He looked at his face in the water.

He was thin.

His fur was not as bright as before.

His eyes were tired.

"I cannot go back with no food," he said.

"The cubs are hungry. Small is sick. I must find something. Anything."

He ran again.

He would not give up.

He was a wolf.

And wolves never give up.

Grey ran through the snow for many hours.

The sun was going down.

The sky was becoming orange.

Still, he had no food.

Then, he smelled something.

It was the smell of a rabbit.

Grey stopped.

He lowered his head. He listened.

Yes, there was a rabbit, not far away.

It was hiding under a bush.

Grey walked very slowly.

He was quiet. He was careful.

One step. Two steps. Three steps.

His eyes were on the bush.

His heart was beating fast.

He needed this rabbit. The cubs needed this rabbit.

Closer. Closer.

Now he could see the rabbit's white tail.

It did not see him.

Grey got ready to jump.

He took a deep breath.

He jumped high.

The rabbit saw him. The rabbit ran.

But Grey was faster.

He caught the rabbit in his strong mouth.

He shook it. The rabbit stopped moving.

"Thank you, little rabbit," Grey said.

"You will feed my cubs. You will save us."

He picked up the rabbit in his mouth.

He started to run home.

But then, on the way home, he felt something was wrong.

The air smelled different.

There was a smell he did not like.

It was a big, dangerous smell.

It was like dirt and sour meat.

It was the smell of a bear.

Grey stopped.

He looked around. He sniffed the air.

The smell was strong.

The bear was near. Maybe very near.

But Grey could not see it.

He needed to go home.

The cubs were waiting. Small was sick.

He had food now. He had to go.

But he had to be careful. Very careful.

Grey changed his way.

He did not go straight home.

He went a different way.

He walked quietly.

He looked behind him often.

He was nervous.

The sky was becoming dark.

The sun was almost gone.

Stars were coming out.

Grey needed to hurry.

Cubs should not be alone in the dark.

Finally, he was near the cave.

He ran the last little bit.

He dropped the rabbit outside the cave.

"Cubs!" he called. "I am home! I have food!"

The cubs came out running.

They were so happy.

"Meat! Meat! Meat!" shouted Brown.

Even Small came out. Her eyes became bright.

Grey cut the rabbit with his teeth.

He gave the best pieces to Small first.

Then he gave some to Black. Then Brown. Then Little White.

He ate a little piece himself.

He was still hungry, but the cubs were more important.

"Eat slowly," Grey said. "Eat it all. It has to last."

The cubs ate.

They were so happy.

Small coughed less.

Brown was almost smiling with food in his mouth.

Little White ate carefully and made sure everyone had enough.

Grey watched them.

He was tired. But he was also happy.

Today, he had fed his family.

But he did not forget the bear smell.

That bear was somewhere on the mountain.

And Grey was afraid.

The next days were cold. Very cold.

The snow came down again and again.

Grey hunted every day.

Sometimes he got food. Sometimes he did not.

The cubs were always hungry.

But they did not cry. They were brave little wolves.

One afternoon, Grey was hunting near a big tree.

He found something. Footprints.

They were huge.

They were much bigger than his own feet.

They were deeper than his feet too.

Grey looked closely.

His heart went cold.

"Bear," he said. "A big bear."

The bear was on their side of the mountain.

This was not good.

Bears usually slept in winter.

Bears did not usually come out.

But this bear was awake.

This bear was hungry.

A hungry bear was very, very dangerous.

Grey followed the footprints.

They went to the river.

They went around a rock.

They went into the forest.

The bear was walking everywhere.

It was looking for food.

Then Grey saw something that made him feel sick.

The footprints led close to their cave.

The bear had come near the cave.

Not right to it, but close.

The bear knew.

The bear knew wolves lived here.

Grey ran home as fast as he could.

He ran into the cave.

The cubs were there. They were safe.

Grey breathed out.

"Cubs," he said. "Come to me. I need to tell you something important."

The cubs came close.

Their big eyes looked at him.

"There is a bear on the mountain," Grey said.

"A very big bear. It is hungry. It may come here."

The cubs looked afraid.

Small began to cry.

"Do not cry, Small," Grey said.

"I will protect you. I am your family. I will not let the bear hurt you."

"But Grey," said Black, "the bear is much bigger than you. How can you fight a bear?"

Grey looked at Black. His eyes were strong.

"I will fight if I need to fight. I am a wolf. Wolves are not afraid of bears."

"But one wolf cannot win against a bear!" said Little White.

"Even a big pack has trouble with bears. Father told me. Remember?"

Grey remembered.

Yes, his father had said that too.

One wolf was not strong enough.

But he could not say that to the cubs.

They would be too scared.

"I have a plan," Grey said.

"First, we will be careful. We will not make noise. We will not go far from the cave."

"I will hunt close. I will watch for the bear."

"If I see it, we will all hide deep in the cave."

The cubs listened carefully.

"Second, if the bear comes, I will fight it. I will fight it hard."

"While I am fighting, you run deep in the cave."

"Stay together. Stay quiet. Do not come out. No matter what you hear."

"Do you understand?"

The cubs nodded.

They were young but they understood.

Their father, their Grey, was serious.

"I love you all," Grey said. "Now, let us get some sleep."

But that night, Grey did not sleep.

He sat by the cave and watched.

For three days, Grey watched.

He did not sleep well. He did not eat much.

He was always listening. Always smelling the wind. Always looking at the dark trees.

On the third night, he smelled the bear again.

The smell was stronger than before.

The bear was closer.

The moon was big and bright that night.

It made the snow shine like silver.

The stars were sharp and clear.

It was beautiful.

But Grey could not enjoy the beauty.

He walked around the cave.

He thought about many things.

He thought about his father.

What would his father do?

His father was a great leader.

But his father had the whole pack.

His father had strong brothers.

Now Grey had no one.

He thought about his mother.

His mother's voice came to him: "A wolf never gives up."

Yes, mother. I will not give up.

He thought about his brothers and sisters.

He missed them.

He wished they were here.

Together they could fight any bear.

Together they would win.

But he was alone.

One wolf against one big bear.

Who would win?

Grey knew the answer.

The bear would probably win.

Bears were bigger. Bears were stronger.

Bears had huge paws with long claws.

Bears were not afraid of wolves.

But that did not matter.

Grey sat down in the snow.

He looked up at the moon.

The moon was his old friend.

The moon watched him every night of his life.

"Moon," he said. "I am going to fight."

"I do not know if I will win. I probably will not win."

"But I will fight. I will fight for my cubs. I will fight until my last breath."

The moon did not answer.

But the moon shone bright.

Grey felt like the moon was listening.

He thought about Small.

Her little sick face. Her thin body.

He thought about Brown who was always hungry.

He thought about Black who watched everything with his smart eyes.

He thought about Little White who wanted to be a leader.

They needed to live.

Grey stood up.

He felt strong now. He felt ready.

He was the last adult wolf of his pack.

He was the only thing between his cubs and death.

He would be their wall.

He would be their fighter.

"Come, bear," he said. "Come and meet the last wolf."

He walked to the cave.

The cubs were sleeping inside.

They looked so small and peaceful.

Grey licked each one gently.

"Sleep, my little ones," he whispered.

"Sleep. I will watch. I will keep you safe."

"Even if I must die, you will live."

Then he went back outside.

He sat on the rock.

His fur was silver in the moonlight.

His yellow eyes watched the forest.

A soft wind blew.

The trees moved.

Something was coming. Something big.

Grey stood up.

His ears went back.

His teeth showed.

He was ready.

The bear came out of the forest.

It was huge.

It was bigger than Grey had thought.

Its fur was dark brown.

Its eyes were small and red.

Its nose was black and wet.

Its teeth were yellow.

Its claws were long and sharp.

It walked slowly.

It smelled the air.

It was looking for food.

It was looking for the cubs.

Grey stepped in front of the cave.

He made himself big.

He showed his teeth.

He growled low in his throat.

It was a deep, angry sound.

"Stop, bear," he said. "This is my home. These are my cubs. You will not pass."

The bear looked at Grey.

It made a noise like a laugh.

"Little wolf," it said. "Little grey wolf. Move away."

"I am hungry. I want food. The cubs will be my food."

"No," Grey said. "You will not touch them."

"You are alone," the bear said.

"Where is your pack? I smell no other wolves."

"You are the only one. One wolf cannot stop me."

Grey's heart hurt. It was true. He was alone.

But he stood tall. His eyes were fire.

"I am not alone," Grey said.

"My cubs are behind me. They are my pack. And I am their wolf. I will not move."

The bear stood up on two legs.

It was so tall. It was so big.

Grey looked so small next to it.

"Brave fool," the bear said. "Fine. Let us see how strong you are."

The bear came down on four legs and ran at Grey.

Its mouth was wide open.

Grey jumped to the side.

The bear's paw missed him.

Grey jumped at the bear's face.

He bit hard at the bear's ear.

His teeth went deep.

The bear roared in pain.

The bear shook its head.

Grey fell off. He hit the ground.

But he was fast. He jumped up.

The bear hit him with a big paw.

Pain went through Grey's side.

He flew. He hit a tree.

Everything hurt.

"Cubs!" Grey called. "Go deep! Go now!"

Inside the cave, he heard the little feet running deeper.

Good. They were listening.

The bear came at him again.

Its claws cut the air.

Grey moved fast.

He ran under the bear.

He bit the bear's back leg. Hard.

The bear screamed.

The bear sat down on Grey.

Grey almost could not breathe.

But he twisted. He got free. He bit the bear's foot.

"Enough!" roared the bear.

It was angry now. Very angry.

Grey was hurt.

His side was bleeding.

One of his back legs was not working right.

But he did not stop.

He danced around the bear.

He bit. He ran. He bit again.

Like his father taught him long ago.

The bear was tired and angry.

It had many small cuts.

Grey had tired it.

But Grey was more tired. Grey was hurt. Grey was slow now.

The battle was not over yet.

The moon was high in the sky.

It shone bright on the snow.

The snow was red now.

Grey's blood was red. The bear's blood was red too.

The fight was ugly. The fight was beautiful.

The moon watched it all.

Grey could not run fast anymore.

His leg was broken.

His breathing was hard.

His eyes could not see well.

But he was still fighting.

The bear came at him again.

Grey could not jump away.

The bear caught him.

Its mouth closed on Grey's shoulder.

The pain was terrible. Grey screamed.

Inside the cave, Small was crying.

Brown was shaking.

Black was holding them.

Little White stood at the door of the cave.

She could not see outside.

But she could hear.

She heard Grey's scream.

Her heart broke.

"Grey!" she cried.

"No!" said Black. "Grey said stay in the back!"

Little White wanted to run out.

She wanted to help Grey.

But she remembered.

She was the oldest. She had to protect the young ones.

She had to do what Grey asked.

So she stayed. But she cried. She cried hot tears.

Outside, Grey was not giving up.

He twisted in the bear's mouth.

He bit the bear's nose. Hard.

His teeth cut deep.

The bear let him go.

The bear backed up.

Its nose was bleeding a lot.

It shook its head.

Red drops flew in the moonlight.

Grey fell to the snow.

His shoulder was badly hurt.

His leg did not work.

He was very tired.

He was dying. He knew it.

But he was not done.

He stood up again.

He stood up on three legs.

He looked at the bear.

His yellow eyes burned.

"Come, bear," Grey said. "Come and finish it."

"I am still standing. I am still the last wolf. And this is still my home."

The bear looked at Grey.

It was confused.

This little wolf would not die.

This little wolf would not run.

Bears understood fear.

But this wolf was not afraid.

The bear felt something strange.

It was almost respect.

The bear was also hurt.

Its nose, its ear, its leg, its foot, all were bleeding.

Each move was painful.

It was tired. It was very tired.

The bear looked at Grey. It looked at the cave. It sniffed the air.

"You are strong, wolf," said the bear.

"You are the strongest wolf I have met."

"Fine. I will go. I will find other food."

"Your cubs are safe from me. You won."

The bear turned around.

It walked slowly away, back into the forest.

Its big body moved between the trees.

Then it was gone.

Grey could not believe it.

He stood there.

He looked at the empty place where the bear had been.

He looked at the snow. He looked at the blood.

Then his legs could not stand anymore.

He fell into the snow.

The moon looked down at him.

He smiled a small wolf smile.

"I won, Mother," he whispered. "I did not give up."

Grey lay in the snow.

He was not moving.

His blood was hot on the cold ground.

The moon moved across the sky.

Hours passed.

Inside the cave, the cubs were very quiet.

They could not hear fighting anymore.

They could not hear the bear.

They could not hear Grey.

"I should go check," Little White said.

"No," said Black. "Grey said wait. Wait until morning."

So they waited.

They held each other close.

They did not sleep. They listened.

The stars moved. The moon went down.

The sky began to change color.

First dark blue. Then lighter blue. Then pink at the top of the trees.

The sun came up.

"It is morning," whispered Little White. "I am going to look."

The cubs came out of the cave together.

They were scared.

What would they find?

Was Grey alive? Was he dead? Was the bear still there?

They looked around.

The snow was messy.

There was blood.

There were big bear footprints.

And there, on the ground, was Grey.

He was lying down. He was not moving.

"Grey!" cried Small.

She ran to him. The other cubs ran too.

Little White was crying. "Grey, please! Please be alive!"

Grey opened his yellow eyes.

Just a little.

He saw the cubs. He smiled.

"You are all safe," he whispered. "Good. You are safe."

"Grey!" said Brown. "You are hurt!"

"Yes," Grey said. "But I am alive. And you are alive."

"We all live. This is a good morning."

The cubs came close to him.

They licked his wounds.

They lay next to him to keep him warm.

Little White ran and brought him water from a small hole in the snow.

She carried it in her mouth.

Black ran to find meat.

He found the rest of yesterday's rabbit and brought it.

Brown and Small stayed close to Grey and gave him warmth.

"You fought the bear alone," Black said. "And you won."

"I did not win alone," Grey said.

"I fought for you. You gave me strength. My family gave me strength."

The sun became bright.

The sky was blue now.

The mountain was white and beautiful.

A new day had come.

Slowly, slowly, Grey stood up.

He almost fell, but the cubs helped him stand.

His leg was still bad. His shoulder was still bad.

He was thin. He was old for his age.

But he was alive.

"We are a pack," Grey said.

"A small pack. But a real pack."

"And I am so proud of all of you."

"Grey," said Little White. "When I grow up, I want to be like you."

Grey looked at her.

He saw a leader in her eyes.

He smiled.

"You already are," he said.

They walked slowly back to the cave together.

Grey was in the middle.

The cubs walked around him, helping him.

They were a pack. They were family. And they were alive.

The last wolf was not the last anymore.