" Who are you" I growled.

" An old friend" he alisema a black mbwa mwitu a friend hah! The Frist

lesson I learned was never trust a black mbwa mwitu I once trusted a

black mbwa mwitu and his name was Ben and he went to jiunge some big

Southern Pack and abandoned me kwa myself. This might be

Ben the mbwa mwitu I hate to the ends of the earth. This is horrible what

does he want he's hurt me zaidi than that can heal. I decided to

say " Ben is that you?" I alisema it with a snarl.

" Of course Ayra who else would it be" Ben snickered.

" What are wewe doing here? Aren't wewe with a pack?" I growled .

" Yes, but I wanted to visit my old friend" he smiled.

" Yeah right. Why are wewe really here?" I asked.

" Ayra, Ayra, Ayra word in the woods is that wewe started a pack

of your own. I was wondering if I could jiunge and be the leader of

course" he said.

"Never you've already hurt me enough and I'm not going to let

yet hurt my friend like wewe hurt my friends" I growled and turned

away. " Ayra your mentor me has a better chance to lead a pack

I'm way zaidi exprenticed than you" he said.

" You'll have to fight me" I growled I turned around when Ben

had already jumped to fight me I wasn't prepared and I was on

the ground I nipped his shoulder and he snapped at my neck but

missed. Then a flash of red came kwa and pined Ben on the

ground " Scram" the mbwa mwitu growled Ben ran away with his tail

between his legs but I wasn't happy at all " Suriously! Really wewe

just had to that!" I yelled I'm pretty sure I scared him.

" I'm sorry I just thought wewe could use some help, and, and kwa

the way I'm Garth what your name?" he alisema with a strong tone

and I was impressed of course and the pack needs zaidi

members so of course I asked him if he could join.

" Sure Id upendo to" he alisema I lead him to camp.

" Garth guys, guys Garth" I was tiered and I went right bed.