[alf's brother's mate]

Heya guys, i started this on holiday.
all posotive critiscism welcome. The publishing version is split into 4 parts, but this will be split into more short parts.
Enjoy. This is not all fo chapter 1-more will come, there will be a notice when the chapter changes.


CHAPTER 1

PART 1

Unsuprisingly, the harsh winds of Alaska were battering Kuroni's camp to an extreme degree. Entrenched in snow as it was, the tribe's progress had been slow, and they knew sooner or later they would run into trouble. The tents they were slumbering in were made from a combination of wood, skin, and stone. These they knew would be no use against the ice cold blizzards that they may encounter, but they kept most of the wind and snow to the minimum. Kuroni himself was sat in the rear most tent sharpening his spear. The flat point at the end was smooth and sharp, like it's owner. Kuroni didn't think he was a bad leader considering how large his tribe was-it was hard enough with the snow and constant threat of wolves and sabre toothed tigers, without a huge tribe piled upon the top of all of his other worries.
The tribe was a relativley peacefull; it never attacked another camp unless they were a threat and it needed dealing with, or their resources were in dire need, and there was virtually no other option apart from starving.
Even if they did attack, both sides casualties would be minor, as they weren't really in it to massacre each other, it was just to kill any people who resisted, and to rob the enemies' supplies.
Even though territory was normally fiercley guarded in kuroni's area, the only thing that kuroni was concerned about was the survival of his own tribe, so he had normally kept well away from other fights. He had a primative cloth map stiched onto the wall, with black lines proxying dales gorges and caves.
Around the hill they were facing was an enormous cave which would provide shelter for kuroni and his people. This was their path's end. There was a fresh water rock face along one side, on the other, there was a fresh water spring. The camp would be deployed in the center of the room, out of harms way.

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Fang growled fiercley at the camp near the bottom of the slope that he and Blane were facing.
"Humans." He barked softly. "can't even smell our trace." Blane looked away, glancing at the rest of the pack at the foot of the slope behind them.
"Not long now." Replied the wolf in a similar tone. He then turned and padded softly down to the rest of the pack, and muzzled his brother Dake softly. He blinked several times, then awoke.
"What?" He snarled. Blane ignored his comment, and continued to do the same to each member of the pack, ignoring their questions of why he had awoken them. The 9 strong pack strode up the hill to where the leader, Fang, was perched proudly upon a rock. Even though the wind was blowing, and sub-consciously the wolves' spirits were dampened, they knew it would be a relativley easy fight, as the humans were not particularly well equiped or prepared. This attack had come with no notice of course. The hot steamy breath which rose from the wolves' noses rose into the air, spiralling away to the south.
"On my count." said Fang. "Three." As he said this, Grip, his older brother rushed away in a cloud of snow. "Two." This time it was Dake who ran to the bottom, swinging the bulk of his large body from side to side. "One." Finally, Blane set off in the same fashion as his brother. Fang and the rest of the pack then followed in a blur of white, and within seconds, they had gone...