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 Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 6:05 am
 ● 3 posts / Memoir entries per month. Planned memoirs http://www.livescience.com/27909-wolves.html6 weeks: moving up to a mile from the den (with adult wolf)
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 6:23 am
Olum: recollecting PT1: 3 Weeks old
This world is an unfair place. It is a lesson I am slowly learning at this point, it started when on my first journey out of our den with mother, a large scary beast attacked us. Mother killed it of coarse, but I was scared for the whole day none the less. She explained, trying to calm me no doubt, that's just how it is out there. Every animal needs to eat and some need to eat others to live. I of coarse was too young and naive to understand as I had just started getting my milk teeth and wasn't aware that it would not be much longer that I would be receiving milk from my mother anymore. "Well I'll never eat meat! I wont be scary like that!" I exclaimed most assuredly to her. Sure that I wouldn't be like that terrible thing. My mother just looked at me with a disappointed look, which I later also learned why. She didn't bother correcting me because there was no point. She knew I was too naive to understand as my entire world up to that point was the den and nothing more and trying to bicker with me would be a waste of time. I wouldn't eat my first meat till I was near the end of 5 weeks. I was later than all of my other den mates, assured I could just live off of mom. I wasn't happy about it, I didn't want to be this, learning sure can be a hard process.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 5:27 pm
Olum: recollecting PT2: 4 - 5 weeks
5.15.16
The day was grey and I felt grey too. We were out of the den which was occurring more often and much to my dismay, longer too. I didn't like being out at all but today I had an even worse feeling than usual. My mother and other pack mates seemed to be paying more attention to me furtive glances from everyone was keeping me on edge. I already knew it was a hunt for food and that was probably the reason why I was the focus. Out of all the pups I was the only one who refused to eat meat. I couldn't, I didn't agree, surly there had to be another way! This trip was also different by the fact that my mother would not let me feed from her, for the past two days she had firmly refused. This started the separation I felt from my pack and my own mother, being an only pup I did not even have a sibling to lean on for support either. Walking on this hunt I felt so removed from existence I hated myself for my refusal to eat meat and I hates my families lack of understanding. I should not resent them for not understanding what I didn't understand myself, I knew this and yet I did. I suspect they felt very similar. I was determined though, this hunt was going to go the same as the last, I wasn't going to eat! They couldn't make me!
I was wrong though, I did give in, even if I vomited most of it up later.
I did find some colorful stuff on near by bushes though! It tasted good enough, later I found out they were berries and although they would not be enough to sustain me alone I could however use them as a means to eat less meat. This isolated me more though as I was already treated as quite the odd ball.
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