Werewolf Progenitor Chronicles

After the embarrassing attempt at a handshake I started asking questions about the landscape and people.

Whether Makrak thought I was stupid for not knowing or just didn't care, he didn't show a reaction and enthusiastically answered.

"It takes two suns in either direction to exit the forest. At least that is what the other tribes we have met have said.

We haven't exited the forest because this place has many food and places to make camps. Outside the forest is big field with few trees."

As he gestured with his hands everywhere, his people continued to eat the deer while the women cut out parts from the corpse that I didn't realize were edible or safe to eat. As a group that tries to get by everyday they make the most of what they have.

The children were gathered around the bear corpse and poking it with sticks. Kids will be kids no matter what time period.

After a couple hours it was almost noon and I decided to explore and leave these people because it doesn't align with my interests. I want to be free and not tied down with a group of cavemen. Not to mention the werewolf side added to the equation.

Before leaving I them I taught them how to make deer jerky (even if there is no salt) since I learned from Makrak that this area doesn't suffer from winter due to the climate. Even though animals are abundant all year around, if they can store meat then they don't have to rely on hunting which is even more dangerous in this era. That way they can have a larger population over time.

They decided to stay at the bear den and I left, while they started dragging the bear corpse away since it would attract animals.

After walking a good distance away I stopped and took off my animal-hide caveman skirt that is manly. Not a skirt that looks girly. Definitely not.

Putting it on the ground I transformed into a werewolf and picked it up. I made the skirt wider than it looks similar to when you put a towel across your waist. The right side of it wrapped around it to my back when I'm in my human form. But now that I am a werewolf my waist is twice as big, and the hide skirt evens out like a belt. Using the sinew that was extended by tying multiple ones together, I made a makeshift belt to keep the skirt on.

Making sure it was secure, I jumped 10 meters high and dug my claws into the side of a tree and climbed it with ease like it was the ground.

My next destination is the the outskirts of the forest.

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About an hour away from Turk is a group of wolves that were resting around a small burrow against a hill situating in a small clearing devoid of trees.

A kid maybe five or six years old was wrestling with one of the pups who was pawing back at the kid and biting with its undeveloped teeth.

The kid, who is a girl based on their undressed state was giggling and having fun while some of the older wolves monitored like protective mothers.

All of a sudden the a.d.u.l.t wolves shoot to a standing position and growl towards the trees. The pups and the girl realize something is wrong and back up into the dug out hole.

Stepping out of the forest is a group of cavemen about 30 large. Each of them is armed with crude spears and bloodthirsty grins. Both sides stare at each other for a few moments.

The tension is broke when the cavemen howl their deranged and desperate battle cry, before running head-on to meet the wolves who respond the same way.

As the clash between both sides happen, an apex predator approaches from afar.

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I could smell the blood and hear the scuffle from a few miles away. The painful howling of the wolves struck something deep inside of me, resonating with the rising blood-thirst of my Primal side.

My claws dug into the tree deeply before I jumped from tree to tree at speeds that are faster than the human eye could follow. The werewolf strength that was endowed by the divinity keeps growing inside of me by the hour without showing signs of stopping.

I snapped out of my thoughts, as I found that the fight was drawing to a close by the time I approached.

Corpses of wolves and men alike littered the ground with the stench of blood assaulting my snout. In front of me is a scene that wouldn't be out of place in an R rated horror film.

Scattered everywhere are bodies of both men and wolf alike, as it paints a picture of man vs. wild in its most deadly form. There is no clear winner however as the struggle between the two led to mutual destruction.

Wolves killed by spears and men killed by wolves, most of their bodies are lying their with vicious faces frozen in death. If I wasn't in werewolf form the sight would have made me throw up my breakfast.

The stench is so overwhelming that I almost don't notice the smell of another human. Maybe there is a survivor? Just the thought is enough to send my primal side screaming for retribution. The kinship it feels with its fallen cousins bleeds over into my own emotions.

Stalking over to the dugout without trying to mask my aura of hatred that builds around my body, even coalescing into a black miasma rolled off of my fur in waves, I could smell the fear of the human increase to newer heights.

I round the corner and see a scene that melts my heart in an instant.

Huddled up with 3 wolf pups is a child no more than 6 years old, looking at me in horror. The little girl is covered in dirt with unruly black hair that falls down to her shoulders and green eyes that peek between the stray locks that fall in front of her face.

The pups however, ignore her terror and instinctively know that I won't hurt them, so they waddle over on their stubby legs and start sniffing me.

In my peripheral vision I could see the pups waddle through the corpses of the small battlefield towards their respective mothers and nudge them repeatedly. As the tear-jerking D*sney movie scene plays out, I turned my attention to the enigma that is the girl.

The poor girl is still too tense, so I take a page out of my sisters playbook from my previous life, by trying to make her laugh like she did with my nephew when he was little.

Leaning down, I used my claws to scratch behind my ears and lightly thump my tail against the ground. Pushing my head a little closer I repeated it again and she got the message quick enough.

She hesitantly reached over slowly and scratched my ear. This time I thumped my tail a little harder making it seem as if she was better at it than me.

Her angelic giggles were the highlight of the day for me as I looked over the pups and her, trying to decide where to go from here.

Knowing how hard it is to survive in this era, it's unlikely another tribe would take her as it's one more mouth to feed.

Maybe I'll take care of her for now until she is old enough to survive on her own and prove worthy enough to join a tribe. As for the pups, they could be her protectors in the future.

Raising a kid shouldn't be too hard, right?