When one life falls apart, its time to start over (pg13)

Then
A small den sat in the center of a field as an awkward silence fell over the forest and over the members of a small pack as the female licked a tiny black ball of fur that was just born. Everyone was in aw but that was quickly disturbed as a large muscular midnight black wolf came through the tall weeds and grass of the forest floor. As he walked into the den he saw the tiny pup hudled beside his mother as he stuck out like a sore thumb up against his mothers pure white pelt. The female slowly lowered her head and let her ears fall back against her skull as she let out a slight whimper to the large male. He didn't say anything all he did was look at the female then walk out of the den in disgrace at how small and tiny the pup was compared to other pups that have been born in the pack.
A year later
As months passed the tiny pup grew and grew, his mother stayed in the background and watched as her only son grew up to be just like father in everyway. As he grew into his skin more and more each day he resembled that large midnight black wolf that left his mother to defend for herself and the pup as he took the pack away. The pure white female soon fell ill after getting an infection from a wound that was caused by a bull elk during a trianing session as she taught her son how to hunt. A week later as the black wolf drug a small fawn back to the den for his mother he found her lifeless body laying still and feeling like a stone to the touch. he lifted his head high and let out a slow and mournful howl that seemed to project throughout the forest as everything fell silent. It seemed as if the wind had even stoped blowing to him, he slowly nudged the lifeless corpse as he gave a final good-bye and left his birthplace.
Now
A large midnight black wolf stalked in the night with bright yellow gleaming eyes. He seemed to melt into the blackness of the forest as the night sky cloaked him in an invisble coat as he hunted. His powerful legs carried him long and far untill he came to that same small clearing where he was brought into this world and where his world fell apart. He let his head fall near the grassy floor as his paws seemed to drag across the ground as he slowly made his way towards the small den. He walked into the den and saw nothing but emptyness, he put his nose near the ground where his mother has passed away and it still smelled the same to him, after all these years he still remembered what happened. He slowly made his way out of the den and started to have a slight flashback of that ungratfeul day. As he looked in the distance from where he was sitting he saw that young black wolf dragging a small fawn behind him, His eyes followed the wolf into the den where he saw his mothers' body once again, after a few moments he let out a mournful howl again but this wasn't the young wolf howling. This howl held different meanings in it than before, this howl had the sadness and mournfullnes as it had before but it held a bit of loneliness in it also. he let his head drop and hes collapsed to the grassy floor and started to whimper, he layed at the mouth of the den and watched over it acting like he did when his mother first fell ill. Everytime a animal came by the den he let out a snarl and growl even at a small rabbit, and at a large buck that only huffed and shook his atlers trying to scare the wolf away only to be defeated by the wolf's pain and sadness.