Before you read you should read my first one called .:Skittywolf:.

I continue to lay over my dead parents crying. The stag walks over to me, I glare at him. "Why didn't you save them?!" I screamed. "There wasn't enough time." He answered. "Yes there was." I said looking away. "There was too much time." He looked over his shoulder at another stag. "We have to go." He said as if nothing was wrong. I got up slowly, looking at the ground. He walked over to the other stag slowly as I followed. I didn't want to know him as "The stag" so I asked him. "What's your name?" He looked up in the trees. "Stonefeather." He finally answered. We walked slowly until we met with the other deer. Then he stopped. "What's your name?" He asked as if we were becoming friends. I looked down. "Skittywolf." I answered. He smiled "I will call you Skitty." He said happily. "I guess I'll call you stone." I said pouting a little. I heard something behind me and, looked back to see wolves eating my parents bodies. "No!" I screamed stopping in dead place. Stone looked at me with worry. "Don't blame them, they are starving to death." He said trying to make a point. I glared at him. The stag next to Stone ran off seeing the wolves. Stone looked at him with disappointment, then walked to me. "Come on." he said, sadly. "Don't baby me cuz I'm not one." I said staring at the ground. "Well your sure acting like one." He giggled to himself. Anger rose up inside me. "YOU WOULD ACT LIKE ONE TOO IF YOUR PARENTS DIED!" I screamed as loud as I could. I ran off into the forest not caring where I was going or knowing. Thorn bushes scraped my skin and, I started to bleed. I ran faster and, soon crashed into a large tree branch near the ground. everything went black as I heard the sound of wolves snarling.