Max's+Stone+Age+Narrative

Savage by Max Elliott

Hello, my name is Savage. I am a wolf dog. Right now, I am hunting for my favorite food in the whole entire world, eagleowl. I have to be very quiet, or else it will not be easy to make a meal out of her or her eggs.

Some times I see weird looking creatures that stand on two legs with odd fur only on the top of their heads. They run with sharp sticks and they take my meal right before I can attack it. They communicate in a strange way that I have never heard before and live in strange dens made from dead animal skins. They burn dead animals and the smell makes my mouth water. I can almost taste the deer that they put on the fire.

My favorite place is the running water. It is so cool on my fur, especially after I've been hunting for dinner. If it were safer here, I would stay in the running water all day. I have to stay alert though, because some of the two legged creatures like to take wolf dogs like me and keep them for themselves. I have lost brothers, sisters and friends to these creatures but I want to stay free.