Web Site

I have also created a web site for my movies. You can see it at : http://www.wix.com/Wild_Wolf_Song/Dancing-Penguin-Productions
It isn't even close to being done (some sections don't have much of anything in them yet and some links lead to nothing at the moment) but there are still a couple of videos on there. Explore it for fun :D Thanks guys!

The Cold

The Cold has been moved to a website I made for our series, The Godsend. The link is below. It isn't done yet and there are a lot of updates I need to make, but that is where I will be posting "The Cold" and it's sequels from now on.

link: http://the-godsend.webs.com/

The Cold (Part 4)

The forest sent help in the form of a tailless that smelt of lynx. The boy attempted to tend to the wound, but Luko knew it would not help. There was something about it that was evil, persistent. The young wolf looked up as another came into the clearing. This female tailless could speak to sparrows. There was no mistaking the odd dip in her call, but Luko was too distracted to really care. Two other taillesses, who smelt strange and hot, appeared their pelts darker than the shadows. He sniffed, curious, and managed to struggle to his feet. The young wolf had never smelt something so new. There were smells of prey and hunter on them that he had never known, though some smelt close to pumas, deer, and forest horses. He stumbled forward, trying to keep his balance, and sniffed at the female dark one's hand.

As Asmeen backed behind him, Jakar's tribal clothes became even more inappropriate as flakes of something white and cold fell from the sky.
"We will journey with you to your 'clan camp'." he replied. "We best get going, as the cold is increasing. Oh, and my name is Jakar, I come from the Vulture Tribe. This is Asmeen, from the Lion Tribe."

Asmeen giggled at the beast sniffing at her hand. 'Beast' didn't seem an appropriate word somehow. She knelt down and sniffed it back, in perfect mimicry. Then she took a strip of dried antelope that she had carried all the way from her home off her belt and offered it the creature, looking away politely to show that she had no interest in the food and that the creature should take it.
She heard Jakar's introduction and she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from joining in reminding herself that she may be sixteen summers but she still had no right to join fully-growns' conversations.

Cyrun agreed to come, her clan didn't need her, and wouldn't be missing her, she followed them to the camp, introducing herself, when needed. It was strange, these dark people were nice, but why so dark, maybe it was a ritual to be like the vultures. She didn't ask, she thought it rude to ask.

Luko sniffed the meat the dark female held. It was a strange scent that reminded him of deer... auroch... and something else. He carefully took it from her grasp and snapped it up in a heartbeat. It was good, he gave it that, but it felt tougher and tasted different from the prey he was used to. Licking his chops he wagged his tail and sat where he was. The motion caused his wound to sting and he whimpered a little, but tried to ignore it. It wouldn't do to be weak when he was needed.

Sayth laughed at the interaction between Asmeen and the wolf, she seemed truly interested in the creature, he wanted to talk to her, but it seemed that, older people made decisions in the hot land. He had never heard of a vulture or lion but the wolf wasn't afraid of them so they must be safe. But he was afraid, he hadn't seen snow for quite a long time, it could mean anything but he didn't think it was good.

Asmeen giggled as the beast took the meat. She couldn't help but ask one question, "What is this beautiful creature?"