TITLE: Neanderthals, Wolves, and Us
GENRE: Science Fiction/Fantasy
Genius Arny couldn’t control himself.
His mom and dad argued so loud about him, a grizzly bear might stop by to complain. Arny stilled like a statue in the blind-black outside their tent trying to understand. Were it not his thirteenth birthday he guessed, there’d be no hike alone tomorrow with pretty Terry of rounded face and bottom.
Whoosh. A strafing hunter’s wings stole the boy’s breath, and established who’s boss at night on the Rocky Mountain plains.
What a hoot, he joked to himself.
He remained standing, surrounded by creepy night sounds, that owl hooting away, not too distant cracking branches, thrilled by the dangers. At a distance, a wolf howled followed by the rest of the pack. Arny’s heart ached from the sorrow in their song. He felt one with them, powerful, alpha, and he would act that way. The boy tiptoed away from the tent to the camp perimeter, cocked his head, and let out a little howl. He rejected his mom’s concerns and stiffened in the cool night air, determined to do what any self respecting wolf would do, if in his boots. It would happen tomorrow after he and Terry reached their cozy spot. Insatiable curiosity taunted his imagination.
Arny entered his pup tent big enough for his buddy, a sprawled out Old English Sheepdog. He tackled, cuddled, and fell asleep dreaming a favorite fantasy. He was early boy, stone and spear, running with wolves.
Well, mom and dad were cooking mammoth at the cave.