The Life Of A Traverler

                                             Chapter 3:

                       The Life Of A Traverler

 

      Florila was carrying Riley as they ran out of that area of London,and into the woods.Wolves holwled in the distance,and they could hear owls hooting.Eventually,they came across a wagon,and some horses deserted there.It reeked of garbage,and horse dung.They climbed inside the hooded part.In there was some blankets,pillows,hay,food and water,and 12 sixpence.Gregory walked up to the horses and patted them on the head,"Hey there,"Before continuing,he checked there gender,"Ladies.Can you give us a ride?"The two horses moved there heads up and down,as if to say yes.Florila,and Riley got into the back of the wagon,and put some blankets over them.Gregory got up front,and grabbed the riens.They moved along through the woods,slowly,and carefully.

 

      By the time the sun came up,they were still in the woods.Riley took out some carrots and began to eat.A few minutes later,they stopped at a clearing,that soon lead back into the woods.Riley went up to the horses,and patted there heads.He gave them a few carrots,and looked at them thoughtfully,"You're Sara,and you're Ella."He said naming the brown one Sara,and the black one Ella.Gregory looked at the little six year old,and smiled.Soon they were back on the wagon,this time Florila was driving.

 

        By nightfall,they saw an injured wolf in the middle of thier path.Florila slid down from her seat,and walked towards it.Gregory and Riley followed close behind.Gregory grabbed Florila by the shoulder,"Florila,I dont think this is safe."

Florila shook him off,and turned around to face him with a hard stare,"Hes hurt!Besides,since when did you start caring for me so much?"She asked him.She then faced the wolf again.His silky gray pelt was beautiful.She went into the wagon,and grabbed a cloth,and looked for any blood.She turned him over to find a large gash on his side.She patted the cloth lightly on it.The wolf's eyes slowly opened up.They were a beautiful shade of icy blue.He slowly got up,and looked at her.He ran ahead a few steps and ran back,as if beckoning them to follow.They followed him through the woods,but of course grabbing thier items,and wrapping them up in blankets,and cloth.Finnaly they emerged in front of a hollow,in it were wolves everywhere.They quickly ran down,following the wolf they helped.Not sure what to expet next...

 

 

                         But they had lived,The Life of A Traveler

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[Tamara Moon]

"His silky gray pelt was beautiful.She went into the wagon,and grabbed a cloth,and looked for any blood.She turned him over to find a large gash on his side.She patted the cloth lightly on it.The wolf's eyes slowly opened up.They were a beautiful shade of icy blue.He slowly got up,and looked at her.He ran ahead a few steps and ran back,as if beckoning them to follow." Beautiful. That's the most beautifully written part of the book so far.