Zao propped himself up against a tree. Three small wolf puppies ran around him, barking wildly. A black puppy with yellow green eyes tugged at Zao's green striped shirt. 

"Play with us brother.," yipped the puppies in unison, "Play with us."

"I can't," Zao spoke carefully; his mother was still teaching him how to speak wolf, "I have chores to do."

The puppies whimpered softly as they walked away. Zao got (stood) up and brushed off his dark gray pants. It had a patch with the same pattern as his shirt from when a wolf he was training with bit him to  too hard and ripped a hole in his pants. He ran to his den, hurriedly riffling thru  through his bed of leaves, to find his knife. His fingers touched the cold metal of the blade; .  He grabbed it, careful not to cut himself. He ran (sped) back into the clearing. He ran past his mom. (Running past his mom, he quickly arrived back at the clearing.)

 "I'm going hunting!" he called quickly over his shoulder.  

  The giant white wolf  let a gravely laugh escape her throat, as she nodded.

  Suddenly The barks and yips of the camp faded. The forest was thick and dark, with only small amounts of light shimmered thru  through the forest canopy. He couldn't even hear birds or crickets, just silence. Suddenly he heard a twig snap, and  - was that elk he smelled? He quickly turned on his heels to see a heard   herd of elk grazing only a few feet away.  (Turning on his heels, he quickly spotted a herd of elk grazing only a few feet away.) He crouched behind a small bush, He lifting his head to the sky and sniffing hard. He spotted one that was limping. It had strayed away from the heard. It was very close to dieing.