Outcast
Chapter 2

Derrick awoke with a start, he forgot for a moment the events of the previous day and leapt to his feet his heart pounding. As the fog of sleep receded his memory returned. The sun was up and sparkling on the little pond, there were birds chirping away and a breeze swept the grass and trees.
The wolf boy sniffed the air and froze, the scent of that rabbit lingered in the air. The scent was hours old but stood out from the other odors. The wolf snorted and stomped off towards some trees. Stupid bunny, he thought to himself, thinking about how the rabbit had fondled him. Derrick grumbled to himself but realized that he was beginning to get hard at the memory of what had happened. He got embarrassed suddenly, he did like males and liked the idea of being dominated by them . He glanced around himself guiltily then sighed, realizing that no one was there and anyone he did know did not care anymore. Derrick turned his mind to his task and chased the rabbit from his mind with slurs he had learned over the years. 
It had taken all morning but Derrick finally had a spear of sorts, it was more of a pointed stick . He could not find a rock for a spear tip and had not twine, in any case , to lash it to the tip. The young wolf was getting disheartened as he realized that he lacked many skills that he needed. He returned to the pond and spent several hungry hours trying to spear a fish. The fish, however, had other ideas and eluded him time and again. He was whining to himself again he realized as he gave up trying to spear a fish . He mentally slapped himself and sighed, and began to stalk along the bank for frogs. 
 It was early afternoon and Derrick had 3 frogs stuck on the end of his spear. The wolf was sitting on the ground hunched over trying to light a fire. He had seen his kin do this many times, but he could not get the wood to light . He threw the stick he had been using aside with another small whine . His arms ached and he had several blisters, He sat in the grass and stared at his catch . Cold frog again, he sighed to himself, Derrick had never realized how hard it was feeding oneself until now. He looked around he had not even been able to explore yet. He would need to do that soon, he would need more food to do that , The wolf got back up and trudged to the pond. He managed to catch 2 more frogs before night came. 
There were not that many frogs at this small pond Derrick thought as he lay there chewing on one of them . He needed to explore and find more food and learn to catch fish quickly. He thought again about his home, and began to get depressed again . He did not know how to build a shelter or bake or even what plants were good to eat really. He needed to figure out how to make fire, he stopped himself from thinking too far into the future. That was a dark area that could quickly lead to despair. The wolf stretched out in the grass again, the weather was nice for now at least , he thought as he drifted off to sleep . 
In the morning Derrick gathered his remaining frogs and his spear and and headed ou to explore the hills. He was kinda worried cause he had no way to carry water, another problem he would have to try and solve. He headed towards the trees covered hills not having a good idea of what he was looking for . He was hoping to find a cave or something he could turn into a den for himself. He wandered among increasing undergrowth and clusters of trees, he did not recognize any of them , he thought one or two were apple trees, but they did not smell right so he did not dare to try them. The birds chirped in the trees and Derrick noticed many lizards about, he thought about trying to catch some but he lacked the means at the moment.
The wolf was walking through a proper woods now the air smelled good in amongst the trees. He stopped briefly to eat a frog, he sighed as he chewed the rubbery thing. His mind started to wander down the halls of his past. He tried to avoid the unpleasant memories as he navigated his way through the trees. Most of the memories he had of his family were just so-so but he missed being home. He steered himself away from them and the sadness that lurked . He found himself thinking about Duncan, Duncan was and older boy who was quite handsome . He used to play games with his brothers. Derrick did not have a lot of friends to play with , most of the others only cared about physical contests and showing off, which the young pup was not good at and did not have the heart for anyways. 
One day Derrick had been moping about the tree house , he had to have been about 8 or so ,his brothers never let him in it while they were using it , when Duncan had pushed his golden furry head through the trap door and looked around with his sparkling green eyes. He saw Derrick and smiled hugely at him as he climbed into the tree-house and closed the door . Derrick got all flustered and subby in Duncan’s presence. He liked the older wolf boy a lot and always felt nervous when he was nearby . Duncan flopped down on the floor and had asked him how he was. The wolf pup had squeaked and lowered his ears and looked away. Duncan had softly chuckled and had reached out and taken Derrick’s paw , which shocked him. Without really remembering how he had found him self in Duncan’s lap. 
Duncan had smiled at him and told him that he was cool, and had told him that he had needed Derrick’s help . Derrick’s memory of the event was hazy up until he had found himself with his paws around Duncan’s erect member. The older wolf had pushed his nose down into his lap and told him to lick it. Derrick remembered the taste, he had taken a few soft swipes with his tongue and had gotten hard himself . He began licking the older boy’s cock eagerly, Duncan had showed him how to caress his balls and had guided his cock into Derrick’s mouth . The pup had sucked on it, the tangy taste of Duncan’s cock and his smell had filled up his senses. He was rock hard, he had never thought he would get to do something like this. His tail started wagging of its own accord and Duncan had chuckled again, which had sent a thrill through him . 
All too soon, it had seemed, Duncan had came, Derrick had been surprised when his mouth filled up with Duncan’s seed. It was warm and tangy and salty and sweet at the same time . Duncan told him to swallow it all and he had . Duncan had patted him on the head and told him to keep quiet and they could play again sometime. Derrick had felt happy and shy at the same time at the news. Duncan had flashed him another smile and had left the tree-house. That was his first time , he got to play with Duncan many times over the years. 
Derrick had reached the base of the hill and snapped out of his reverie , his cock was fully erect and he sighed. He found a log to sit on and grabbed his member and thought about Duncan until he came . He gathered his things and headed up the hill.
Derrick emerged from the tree line and scrambled to the top of the hill and looked around. The hills continued on ahead of him leading to some big mountains in the distance. Behind him the plains spread out as far as the eye could see, he thought there was another forest in the distance but he could not be sure. But none of it looked familiar, there were dark stormy clouds out over the plains and as a breeze blew through his fur the wolf realized the storm was headed in his direction. The air was clean and fragrant with growing things and rain . Derrick scanned the nearby hills looking for some sort of shelter. He eventually spotted a section of large boulders at the base where two hill met he hoped they offered some sort of cover as he started down the other side of the hill. 
The trees at the base of the hill were thicker and the wolf boy had a harder time keeping track of his position with the sun . The wind had started picking up and rushed along the valleys. He dodged through the trees making his way to where he thought the entrance to the valley with the boulder was. Springtime weather was always quick to change especially in mountainous regions. The clouds moved in quickly and obscured the sun , the forest took on a gloomy cast as Derrick finally found the valley he was looking for . He rushed on through the trees thinking about cover as the wind picked up even more. He reached the back of the valley as the first rains began only to find that it was the wrong valley . The wolf boy whined in frustration as the icy cold rain started to fall. He turned around and hurried back through the rain.
The young wolf was thoroughly soaked by the time he reached the beginning of the wrong valley. He was a miserable muddy mess as he desperately tried to shake water off himself as he stumbled under a thick pine tree trying to find some protection from the storm. He peered around in the gloom o the forest and had to admit to himself that he was lost. He into his last frogs hungrily whining to himself again . He sat down with his back against the tree and began to cry, he missed his home, he did not want to be here anymore. The dark thought that this was his life now sank its fangs into his soul. He was not a hunter like his brothers, he had been soft and lazy most of his life . He had learned to survive on the bottom of his family pack , but there had always been food and warmth and clothes. He wanted desperately to go home to that familiar comfort.
Derrick sat and cried shivering in the rain for some time, when all of a sudden he realized that he could smell smoke. He picked his head up off his knees and sniffed, it was smoke!. Derrick scrambled to his feet and emerged out from under the pine. Fire and warmth , he thought to himself shivering as he turned trying to find the direction of the smoke. He moved off into the rain soaked trees following his nose, he needed that fire badly. He ran on though the forest and soon he saw light, he came to a small meadow and through the hole in the trees he saw the flickering light a short way away on the side of a hill. 
The wolf boy raced on towards the light his heart pounding, the exercise was helping him fight the could when he smelled the food. He stopped short behind some bushes his heart pounding, food could only mean others. Derrick suddenly felt vulnerable, who could be out here? He stood there shivering in the cold his stomach now protesting. He had to risk it, he decided he needed to get warm , gripping his spear fearfully the wolf crept closer to the fire . He sniffed the air , he could smell the smoke and muffins but not who may be around the fire. The smell of food was driving him crazy and he was shivering so much he could barely hold his spear. He forced himself ever closer until he could see the area under the overhanging rock. There was a pile of wood the fire and a plate of muffins warming next to it. 
The scent of the rabbit finally came to him and he swore in his head , he was too worn out to worry or think much . The fire beckoned him and he staggered over to it and dropped to his knees beside it . It was quite some time before he stopped shivering and felt warm again . He looked at the muffins on the plate guiltily then grabbed them angry with himself , it was just that rabbit anyways. He was halfway through his third one when he realized that they were meant for him , and that he was probably being watched. He peered about in the gloom but could not see anything, he finished eating and added more wood to the fire. He was almost dry and the rain was slowing but night had come again . Derrick sat with his back against the hill, the warmth of the fire and a full belly soon sent him to sleep.