A/N: This story was inspired by a dream I once had! I hope you enjoy it! That is all. ^_^

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We'd known each other since I was a pup. He was a bit older than me, like a big brother, really. He was dark gray with bright white markings and white, spiked hair with sideburns. He had the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen and a tribal tattoo on one of his upper front legs. He was calm and wise beyond his years, always there to talk some sense into me. A quiet type, but not shy, and always a gentlewolf.

Sharktooth always wore a sharktooth necklace around his neck, which he said his father had given to him when he was just a pup. I had never met his father. Sharktooth said that his father had left for another island, years ago, to fight in a great war. Why he would leave our island to fight for another, I have no clue. Sharktooth seemed very confident and said that his father was very brave for going, although I don't think even he knew why his father had left.

He vowed as a pup that whenever he was old enough, he would find his father, but he was plenty old enough now, and I didn't see him going anywhere. He preferred not to travel very far. Still, he mentioned it occasionally. I was glad he hadn't left, at least not yet, and hoped he would always be by my side. He was my best friend, my protector, and I was dependant on him.

Then, one day, he told me to meet him at the Wind Tunnel, a tunnel carved out into a cliff. On one wall there were intricate, ancient carvings in the rock, and the other side had holes in the stone for windows. When the wind blew, the tunnel acted like a giant musical instrument.

The place was a sacred shrine on our island, and a special place for Sharktooth and me. We met there when we wanted to talk in private, but we hadn't been there in a while. What could it be this time? I couldn't think of anything serious we needed to discuss. Maybe he had a gift to give me!

He would have wanted to give it to me in private, or there would be gossip all over the island. There was always gossip all over the island, especially about us. Wolves thought we were more than just friends, or at least that we should be. I thought that was weird. Sharktooth was my best friend, and like an older brother to me. When I was a pup, the age difference seemed especially weird. I thought Sharktooth felt the same way. Looking back, I'm not sure if he did or not.

Anyway, when I got to the Wind Tunnel, Sharktooth was waiting for me there. I began to run over to him, and then slowed down when I saw the look on his face. He looked very serious and a little anxious and reluctant. "What is it?" I asked, worried. "What's the matter?" My mind ran through all the different things that could possibly be wrong.

"I'm leaving," he said. His narrow blue eyes showed little emotion as he said it.

"What? Where to?" But I knew perfectly well "where to", and I was afraid.

He turned his head away. "Don't look at me like that. I won't be gone forever. I'm just going to find my father…" His voice became quiet. "…like I always said I would."

"Why now, of all times? You've been saying for years that you would do this. Why now?"

He shrugged. "I've just been thinking, I guess, and I feel like such a coward for saying I would all this time and not actually doing a thing about it. I want to know what happened to him, Elsie." His bright blue eyes met my emerald green ones.

I leaned against him, my hair blowing in the wind that whistled through the tunnel. He's talked of doing this before, I thought. He never has, and he won't do it this time. "You're not a coward," I said. He was silent, and it stayed like that for a long time. I felt uncomfortable, wishing he would just say something already.

Finally, I felt him move and I stopped leaning on him. "I have something to give you, Elsie," he said. I wondered what it was. He hadn't brought anything with him. Then, he grabbed the sharktooth on his necklace between his teeth and pulled until the necklace's cord broke.

"No! You're not giving me that, are you? Your necklace…"

"Yes, it would mean a lot to me if you would have this." He draped it around my neck and used his teeth to tie it closed.

"Thank you," I said quietly, then shouted, "But you can't go!"

"Why? Because you need me? Elsie, honestly, you're too dependent on me and you're holding me back."

I heard myself gasp, could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I turned and ran out of the wind tunnel and across the grassy field, feeling the sharktooth necklace hitting against my chest and muzzle as I ran. I never knew he thought of me as a burden. I was always leaning on him, ready for him to comfort me, protect me, solve all my problems for me.

I thought that was how he wanted it.