THE HOLLOW - Chapter 1
Two young gray wolf pups fumbled over rocks before triumphantly rising to the peak of their den. The verdant mossy overhang of their early childhood had been conquered, for they, after many failed attempts over weeks, had finally reached the top to survey the land around them. Their imprisonment to den-musk and darkness was over, and all their dreams of “the outside” were now fully realized: green, lazy forests stretched out all around their quiet meadow den underneath a sky of ocean.
For two, wide-eyed pups, this was what they had been waiting for— a world no longer shrouded in blackness, cramped by mud walls or overwhelmed by the smell of feces and milk, but a world bursting with color (to the best that wolf-eyes could detect), where a wolf’s only confines were the highest peaks and the lowest valleys, and one where a vast array of scents were carried, both fair and foul, for a wolf to delight or disgust itself with.
This was a world a wolf co