1. According to the laws of the wolf pack. Part 1
  2. According to the laws of the wolf pack. Part 2
  3. According to the laws of the wolf pack. Part 3: White Wolf

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river flow. Feet slid over the stones, each time forcing the girl to plunge into the water. Wet clothing nasty stuck to his feet, making it difficult to move. But, she clung to the roots of the trees, sticking out of the ground, hanging over the water along the coastline. The still unhealed wound on the leg, reminded of itself, hitting a sharp stone under water. Twilight, like milk, hung over the river, and Diana could barely discern the outlines of the shore. Her weakened hands slid off the wet roots, and she again fell into the water, got up again and continued to cling to everything that helped her move on. Stubbornly continuing to walk along the coast, she finally saw the outline of the dark collapse of the earth beneath hanging roots.

“Dan, I think I found it,” the girl crawled closer to the interweaving of the roots covering the entrance to the shelter and, with a sigh of relief, called for her brother. But the sound of water, drowned out other sounds, - Dan, now I will take you away. - Diana shouted, trying to shout down the splash of water.

The tiredness and events of the day exhausted her so much that there were no thoughts left in my head. My legs refused to obey, every step was like the last, after which I wanted to fall and not get up. Only stubbornness and the desire to help his brother, to shelter him from the dangers, to ease his pain, to heat, heal, all of this curled up in one tangle deep inside. And she walked feeling only him, not feeling pain, not feeling her own body.

“One more step and one more step,” she urged herself, approaching the place where she had left her brother. Freakish indistinct shadows touched the water and, straining her eyes, the girl peered into the contour of the river, afraid to miss the gentle shore. And suddenly, bringing the splash of water, Diana clearly heard a growl. She shuddered, listening to the sounds. Somewhere very near, ever growing, there was a sound of struggle and, a heavy splash, as if something had fallen into the water, drowned out the sound of the river. A wild howl shook the air. Diana's eyes opened wide when, in a turbulent stream, she saw the white shadow of a wolf desperately beating in the water. The moon, looking out from behind a cloud, lit up everything around, and the girl saw a white wolf face in the middle of the river. Paws frantically beat on the water, looking for support, trying to fight the flow. The stream caught him like a toy, dragging him into his whirlpool and carrying him down the river.

- Deeeen !!! - Diana did not recognize her voice when a cry erupted from her chest, and an angry growl came from the shore again. The girl rushed into the river, not remembering herself, hurrying to help the sinking wolf. The stream picked it up, swirled it and, dragging over the stones, covered it with a foamy wave. Diana desperately beat her hands, not letting herself be tightened under the water, and her eyes, through the spray of waves, searched for the white silhouette of a wolf in the moonlit path on the water. But besides the madness of the river, she could not see anything. Forces left. The river was ruthless, making its way into the mouth and nose, making it difficult to breathe, covering with a wave and not allowing it to come to its senses, again dragging it under water, taking its last strength.

" - It should not be. You are to blame for everything, ”everything screamed at her when Diana's body froze, ceasing to fight, and the bright huge moon disk became uneven due to the movement of water closing over it. The girl looked indifferently at the moon, until her light faded into her blue eyes. The moonbeam slid indifferently into the water, in which white strands of hair flashed like silver cobwebs, plunging deep into the river.

***

The boy was awakened by his sister's scream, he could not believe what he saw. The girl's body, overgrown with hair on his eyes and after a moment, he felt, as with his body, something strange began to happen. The children shouted in one voice, only the cry became more and more like a howl. Minutes later, two little wolf cubs with green eyes, stood at the entrance to the cave under the gaze of the moon, and looked at each other with surprise. Returning to the beach, they saw a man floundering in the river. And, rejoicing in the unexpected discovery, they rushed into the water.

The teeth grabbed the cloth and pulled onto the shallows, pulling the girl's body out of the water. Shy impatient poyavkivaniya, it was barely audible, among the splash of the river. But the teeth were pulled with enviable persistence, not stopping until the whole body was on the shore. Wet nose touched the girl's face, lying on the sand, and green eyes with interest stared at the face of a stranger.

It seemed to Diana that she had a strange dream from which it was impossible to get out. For some reason, the beginning of a sad forehead. And the murmur of water somewhere nearby seemed so unreal.

“- Why is it so hard to breathe? And, the forehead burns. And, the whole body aches. We must breathe and wake up. ” - Something was pressing on her chest, there was not enough air and, not understanding whether it was true or continuing sleep, Diana opened her eyes. Clearing her throat with water, she gasped for breath, but her throat was sore, making it difficult to breathe. Inhale ... more ... the water again rushed out. Inhale again ... there is not enough of it. Once again, the air filled the lungs, clearing the mind. She narrowed her eyes, peering at an obscure spot nearby.

Four green eyes stared at her, and a joyous yelp sounded over her, and the tongue moved with even more zeal on her face. Diana lifted herself, pushing the impatient face away from herself. Next to her, impatiently twisting their paws, there were two wolves, two stupid teenagers, gazing at her curiously. She sat up, and her paws immediately rested against her chest, rejoicing at the awakening. Turning away from the tongue, Diana looked around and, seeing the river, remembered everything. She stared into the water.

“- Dan, well, where are you?” - a voice sounded, causing the heart to shrink in despair.

The nose touched the fingers and the teeth grabbed them with such care that the girl smiled, looking sadly at the green eyes. Seeing a smile, the puppy jumped around her, povyavkivaya from pleasure. Diana's eyes ran along the outlines of the river, and she saw that she was on a sandy spit stretching in the direction of the rocks. Something familiar was in this place. And, glancing at the opposite bank, she remembered the night on the bank of the river, when two wolves lay nearby, guarding her. And the brother was near, and his gray eyes gazed at her intently, forcing him to forget about everything.

“- Black stones. How did I get here? Probably, the river winds here, so the current is slower. ” - From fatigue, the eyelids were increasingly filled with heaviness, drawing them into the world of dreams. She stretched out on the sand, allowing herself to be forgotten. And next to them, buried in their noses, two wolves perched in her body, yawning and settling themselves comfortably. And they fell asleep, clinging to each other, warming the warmth of their bodies.

***

The pack walked, winding for a long time, tangling traces, until the leader gave a sign to stop. Everyone needed a rest, especially the young ones. Twilight covered the forest and, more and more hunger was felt. The roots of the trees sheltered the young and old members of the pack. Leaving the strongest wolves for protection, two groups of wolves left the temporary shelter. Some went hunting, others - in search of a new parking lot. Tension hung over the forest. And only the moon, lit the yellow lights of eyes, wolves prowling in the forest, in search of a victim. The pack was in neutral territory, where lone wolves lived, who would never dare to challenge them. Tags left talking about this. But, even here, it was possible to expect attacks by other packs, to whose possessions they came so close. And the leader understood what this could mean for tired and hungry wolves of the pack,

All actions have long been debugged and, driven by a deer, lost this battle, having failed to avoid the wolf's fangs. They always knew who was wounded or weakened and did not leave a chance to the animal being hunted. And, now, it was necessary to feed the flock, while others did not challenge the right to prey. The carcass of the deer was dragged to the parking lot and, after refreshingly, the wolves settled down for the night. Only the guards and the leader remained to protect the peace of their fellows and, to wait for the return, left for the search of the parking lot, the group.

The leader stood at the edge of the forest, peering at the vague outlines across the river, over which the moon hung. But his thoughts were far from here, where the white-haired little girl, defending her brother, was left alone with the warring world.Shutting his eyes, he again recalled the girl’s tender body, his every bend, unruly hair strands on the wet, from the protruding sweat, his forehead, when she thrashed about in delirium. Her sore, cracked lips, with an incoherent mutter. Vlad, and now, remembered those feelings that seized him when he touched his hot skin with his lips, unable to hold back his desires, when his hands felt the heartbeat in a pulsing vein around his neck. And my eyes could not tear myself away from the bead on the tender chest, which I wanted to press my lips to. And, again, he felt a yearning spreading through his body. Aware and helplessness, and the power of this girl. And, painful longing, covered the wolf, escaping a piercing howl, tearing the silence of the night. This was all that he wanted to convey to her: how his soul hurts, leaving her, which cannot soothe the aching heart, how everything is twisted into a bundle from separation, that she hopes and believes that she will find her.

***

Morning met Diana, impatient fuss teenagers. The girl did not even immediately realize that the boy with the girl who were pushing her on the shoulder were the same wolf cubs who jumped around her at night. And only green eyes, led to believe in what he saw.

Diana looked longingly at the river, which separated her from her brother. But, the children demanded attention, and taking care of the children who needed her support helped her to distract herself from sad thoughts. Having got acquainted closer with the unruly couple, Diana sat her brother and sister in front of her, asking to tell about what had happened. And, interrupting each other, they told her an amazing story.

After hearing their story, Diana thought.

“I don’t even know how I can help you,” the girl clutched to her, trembling little bodies, realizing how much they needed now.

Probably, fate for no reason started this game, throwing it into this place. A formidable black rock rose not far, crushing with its power. And, Diana was again tormented by thoughts about the events of the last days, not giving rest, but she had to act decisively and bravely. There were young shifters with her who understood nothing in this new life of theirs. And Diana herself, who still hasn't really figured out everything, could hardly tell them anything. Need help. And, having looked, once again on the river, she rose to leave this terrible place.

“My brother could help us.” But, I do not know what happened to him. If we can find him, he will explain everything to you, - the girl went around the black mound of stones, deciding to go downstream, hoping to find a brother. And, the children followed her. - Perhaps the search will be in vain, and we will have only one option - to look for the pack of Vlad. - Tosca, suddenly touched Diana's heart, and she closed her eyes, remembering the long-lasting farewell of the leader leading the pack.

“But the question is ... where is the pack?”

***

The pack went deep into the forests, away from the village where Diana's house was once. Far from the usual routes, wolves sent to search for parking, found an abandoned settlement. And, having made a bypass of the territory, Vlad decided to establish a new parking lot here. "Lunar week" completed its cycle. Now, the pack looked more like a small settlement of people settling in their dwelling.

There was still no news from either Diana or Dan. And, Vlad understood the complexity of the situation. He felt that something irreparable had happened, and, having instructed the pack to guard the strongest beta wolf, the leader headed in the direction of the old camp. He left without taking anyone from the pack with him, hoping to avoid bloodshed along the way, because the goal had taken possession of the leader's mind and did not give rest, depriving sleep.

36 comments
  • March 20, 2015 0:25

    The story does not fit into the format of the forum and I understand that. This part of the story is published solely out of respect for those readers who were waiting for the continuation.
    I could simply refuse to publish on this site, but knowing that I could disappoint expectations, I nevertheless found the strength to go against my principles and continue publishing. I do not expect comments and ratings. This is my gift to everyone who understands me.It so happened that by starting to write a simple story, I realized that in fact, I was trying to convey to everyone a simple truth that many ignore - this is what we are very much connected with the nature that surrounds us. Yes, CT is not the site where the place of philosophy, but here are the same people as everywhere, with a soul and a caring heart. Perhaps I am not right, but I want to believe that I am not mistaken.
    So, a simple fantasy that has turned into a fairy tale is trying to make us a little kinder in our cruel world, if I managed to get through - I don’t know. You decide.
    And there are still 2 parts ahead that I didn’t cut, Yes, there is already eroticism there. But, it does not matter. Perhaps they will find readers, maybe here, maybe in another place. But, I do not want to adapt, hacking on the living.

    With respect and gratitude to your readers. Ptah

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  • March 20, 2015 0:55

    Ptah, you must be read, and I, for example, will be among the readers. Not today, tomorrow, or when, but you will have both ratings and comments, which you do not expect, but from which you will still be pleased and warm. I took your story to your favorites, as soon as there is time - I will read it and will definitely write to you.

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  • March 20, 2015 18:23

    Thanks for the support. Your opinion is important to me. If you remember, I wrote comments to "Julia": "Perhaps it is such stories that will force many authors to take a different look at their work and raise the general cultural level to a higher level."
    Now I, following your example, decided to look at creativity a little differently.
    I hope that this was not very surprising.)))

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  • March 21, 2015 2:01

    Of course, I remember your comment on “Julia” and, I confess to you, I was even pleasantly surprised. And it is doubly pleasant that, it turns out, my creativity and approach to it can serve as an example for someone :))).

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  • March 20, 2015 5:01

    Sergey is absolutely right. I've been waiting for the continuation)

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  • March 20, 2015 18:24

    I was glad to please you)))

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  • March 20, 2015 7:25

    10!!!
    And one more fan of your creativity. I waited finally! We will wait to continue.

    The story is original. The presentation of text for ST is quite unusual. Of course, those who came to get an orgasmic satisfaction from reading will not be happy with them and will give low marks in their malice. But this is not important. The main thing is how your readers will react to this - admirers, fans of your creativity or those close to them.

    With respect and adoration of your creativity, dear Ptashechka! Your candy wrapper, Jura)))

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  • March 20, 2015 18:33

    Yeah, the unusual filing - this is my horse. Simply, we are all different and we look at the same things (events) with different eyes, as a result, we see the same picture at different angles, in different “degrees of distortion of the perception of the World and human relations.”
    Thanks for the support))

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  • March 20, 2015 8:19

    seeing your name, immediately began to read. exciting, emotionally and beautiful! thank!!!

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  • March 20, 2015 18:34

    Thank you, I hope, further events of the story will be also interesting to you.))

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  • March 20, 2015 8:30

    Yes, the story is certainly not for this site.
    But writing is very good.
    But with the assessment incomprehensible crap out.
    There was a score of 9, 7 and 7 marks, I put 10 and three checkboxes, and the average score with 8 marks dropped to 9,6. Strange.

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  • March 20, 2015 18:40

    Do not be surprised at anything. There is so much strange and incomprehensible in life that without this it is already difficult to perceive what is happening around. So, the world of paradoxes on ST is a normal natural phenomenon.
    :-))

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  • March 20, 2015 10:21

    I agree, the story is somewhat inconsistent with the subject of the site. At the same time, as you said, the same people are here, they are also alive.
    In one, the fact that the story about the connection of the world of people with the world of nature is a bit narrowed. I do not know how, but your story has entailed other thoughts. About the fact that the "human world", by and large lives according to the laws of the wolf pack ... You put difficult questions to the reader. Those that are hard to find answers ...
    I would advise you to publish here all 4 parts. In the end, the story does not contradict the rules of the site. And there is a lot of eroticism in it, or little, whether the reader likes the absence of eroticism or not, the reader decides. At least, the more your audience expands, the more people will think for a second: “What are we doing, humans?”.
    Well, and, finally, +10

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  • March 20, 2015 19:01

    Thank.))
    Once such thoughts have appeared, it means that I have achieved something.)) After all, the question “What are we doing, humans? “- I often pop up in my head while writing this story.
    But, I am interested in more. As part of the story, which I thought was the weakest, just narrative, without expressing strong emotions, could such thoughts and interest be aroused? Indeed, in fact, only towards the end of the story, the meaning that lies in it emerges.
    Therefore, do not judge strictly, if you do not meet expectations in the future. Because, I myself do not understand when I can, and when nothing happens.
    And, thank you for advertising on the forum. As always, in your hands, everything looks unusual and emotionally presented.
    Thank:-))

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  • March 20, 2015 19:38

    I, like you, have no ready-made answers. I know one thing, it was this part that made me ask myself questions.
    Just write. Write what you want to write. Maybe there will be many more questions, and maybe not one. In any case - one question you have already asked.
    As for the "pledged meaning" ... This is deeper. I have already repeated here with the fact that I was always annoyed in school literature classes. The phrase: "The author wanted to say this ...", I was never understood. Who knows what the author wanted to say? Author? Hardly. He, too, was torn by doubts and emotions.
    It doesn't matter what the author "wanted to say." The main thing is that he said that he was heard. Yes, everyone heard their question, and found their answers.
    But I heard, and began to search.
    Is not this the best recognition of the author?
    P. S. Drawings ... will be ... I hope) When something hurts me, I sometimes draw ((. And I am pleased that you like them)

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  • March 20, 2015 16:31

    Well done, Ptah, an interesting story created, waiting for the end.
    As we say in the jungle: "We are with you of the same blood, you and me."

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  • March 20, 2015 18:12

    Very interesting, and in what guise are you in “our jungle”? I hope not in the form of Kaa ...
    Thank you for the feedback, I did not think that this story will cause you such interest :-))

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  • March 20, 2015 19:21

    I thought that Balu.

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  • March 20, 2015 19:37

    Medvedik? Then, I have an association with Masha and the Bear. Just, do you have enough patience to read everything else that the restless “Masha” wrote?)))

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  • March 21, 2015 1:20

    Nice story.

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  • March 21, 2015 2:13

    Thank you - but this is not a dream. Maybe a fairy tale, maybe true. To whom that seems. Not everyone will understand, not everyone will. And I do not need everything. I will begin to adapt to someone, go to the ordinary, to the heap of stories in which the process is in the first place, and sometimes beautifully described and exciting, but not touching the part of the brain that is able to think and leave in memory. Perhaps I will not write more such stories, because it is too hard, it sucks the whole soul.
    A simple, not fancy, which are written by themselves - maybe more will be. Who knows, that can dream?)))

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  • March 21, 2015 1:55

    You did the right thing to disobey your doubts and decided to print the second part here.You did everything organically: the idea you want to convey, and the presentation of events, and plot twists. There were more fears, judging by your comment, than there should be :).
    I would, maybe, slightly complained about some confusion in the presentation in comparison with the first part - at least for some reason I saw it. But, on the other hand, it can be regarded as a feature of your author's letter, so do not pay too much attention to this :).
    But in general, I can only join the already expressed. Everything is good, everything is in the subject. Your chosen style of modern and timeless legends sustained; poetically, lyrically, restrainedly and emotionally, as if the flow of a river, promising, in some places even sensual, despite your assurances to the contrary :);). Very nice and fresh story. Be sure to keep writing in the same spirit and lay out the rest of the parts without hesitation.
    Well, of course, you get only 10 from me and a lot of sincere thanks for your work.

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  • March 21, 2015 2:29

    I know that much is wrong. Much suffered, copied, probably, therefore it is messy. I already wrote in a post above Ro_li that I consider this part to be the weakest in the whole narrative. Although doubts with each new chapter are increasingly tormenting. Probably, without this, it will not work out at all, therefore, each time, with difficulty, I spread each part. There was a temptation, I confess, to send you first, but decided that it was unnecessary.
    I will no longer write such stories, it delays, a lot of questions appear that I myself cannot answer. And when the story is almost finished, I understand that everything is not at all the way I wanted to write. You have no idea how many times it was washed completely. And she couldn’t get rid of her head, and it all began in a new way. Collected from fragments. No, I did not reach adult stories.
    Thank you for the rating.))) Thanks for the support))

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  • March 21, 2015 2:54

    Ptah, well, this is a normal phenomenon - self-criticism, dissatisfaction with yourself, the desire to do better, even better. Almost everyone who writes here, to one degree or another, goes through this. You just need to stop in time. This you still learn. "Best the enemy of the good":). But this does not mean at all that it is necessary to put a cross on such stories and - “never - hear, never!” (C) :)))) - no longer write them. Look at the comments under this story, written by us all, on their tone and the words in them. Let them support you better than all my attempts. Why is it so difficult to complicate things for yourself, huh? :( Comments are not just written like that ...
    There will be a need for my help - contact us boldly. I don’t know how I can help you, but I will try my best :).

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  • March 21, 2015 3:09

    All right, just do not learn to stop. The spirit of contradictions is too great. I have been writing stories for a long time, only a bunch of unfinished ones are lying, there is not even a desire to return to them, because all is not right. The only thing, the very first one was so easy, and everything was in it, as it was necessary, and some people from the site read it, appreciated it, only again undertook to redo it, probably, I have a disease, not otherwise.)))

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  • March 21, 2015 22:38

    Dear Ptah, you have a great fantasy story! Romantic and sentimental. I will personally wait for the continuation. As for doubts, rushes and difficulties ... In my opinion, everyone goes through it, who tries to convey the feelings of his characters, who tries to create an interesting plot and images, and even more so to put some idea into his narrative. It does not even matter if you are writing porn, erotica or something that does not concern these spheres. It is also possible to try to adapt to the audience, but only if there is a sincere desire (I mean to add more erotica when it comes to CT). If this contradicts your idea, it seems out of place to you, it will destroy some elevation of the feelings you describe - why torture yourself.

    But to reject serious and difficult works in favor of the lungs is, in my opinion, not the right way, although for the sake of practice and pleasure different things can and should be written.

    In general, 10k is from me - because the story is interesting, kind, sincere, romantic, well written.

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  • Leah (a guest)
    March 23, 2015 20:53

    When the sequel,?,?,?,?,?

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  • March 23, 2015 21:02

    Part 3 - on Saturday will be released. Thanks for visiting ;-))

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  • Leah (a guest)
    March 28, 2015 17:42

    Waiting and not waiting 3 parts!

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  • March 28, 2015 17:52

    Sorry for the delay, there are some difficulties, just check the story and when you send after the adjustment, I will immediately publish. Maybe tomorrow.
    Thanks again for your patience)))

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  • Leah (a guest)
    March 30, 2015 10:16

    Very interesting to continue but for so long!

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  • March 30, 2015 18:33

    Continued on moderation, only for a very long time it is not published. But perhaps today it will still be exposed to readers, unfortunately, the spotter did not send a corrected version of the love scene, so it will be published in the final 4th part.
    Regards Ptah.

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  • Alex (a guest)
    March 24, 2015 18:40

    Thank you for composing the pleasure of reading and saving intrigue.
    You touched on a very deep topic in this part - the Father-hunter of wolves and his children, which turned into werewolves ... In accordance with the Laws of Life, this should have happened. On the one hand, this is a chance for the Hunter not only to accept and understand those whom he killed, but to love them ... On the other hand, it is a chance to purify your soul.
    I don’t know if you will develop this topic further, and if so, if so, then how exactly ... I don’t want to model the development of the storyline with assumptions and hypotheses ... Just to continue :)

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  • March 24, 2015 19:12

    Thank:))
    What will happen next, learn in the sequel. Yes, unfortunately, life presents unpleasant surprises, putting people before a choice as easy or as correct, the choice between mind and heart. Although everything in the world is so confused that it is very difficult to determine the truth. The main thing is not to remain indifferent. And what decision to take, everyone chooses for himself.
    Thanks again for not being indifferent :))

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  • Alex (a guest)
    March 25, 2015 11:14

    :) I think that Life is much easier than we draw ourselves. Life gives us everything we need to be happy. Here and now. And if we deviate from our Path, as it happened with the Hunter, - Life gives us Lessons that help us return to our Path. The main thing is to understand the meaning of the events in our Life - not temporary difficulties and failures, namely, Lessons. And the ultimate goal of the lessons is not to bring confusion and confusion into our lives, but to help us find ourselves again in this Life. In your example with Hunter (I consider his appearance in the narration to be quite a strong author's move), the hunter has only one step left to gain Happiness (unless of course the author has given it to the wolves in an unequal fight). But this step is the most difficult. In his life are units. Their names go down in history.
    Yesterday, at dinner, I told the story of the hunter and his children, which turned into cubs — to my friends (I was impressed by your new chapter). Slightly draw the ending. Do you know how friends perceived the story? Like a folk parable. :) So respect you for the depth of seemingly light and romantic story :)

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  • April 1, 2015 18:01

    Under the third part could not write You have disabled comments?
    Good continuation, in the spirit of the first parts. Voltage support, the plot confidently lead. And the fact that we are exhausted by the ending is familiar to me not by hearsay: alas, it happens.

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