A wolf, as red as fire stood looking out of a cave. The cave was at the top of a mountain, and the moon floated ominously above it. The wolf looked stern, as he turned back into his cave. A young silver wolf lie on her side, bearing pups in her belly.
"What is happening, half moon?" The red wolf asked. They had been called to this den, and it must have been very important, because very few wolves in their pack had ever seen this cave. An old wolf, with a worn, ragged pelt sat in the corner. She was seasons old, and the most highly respected in their pack. The old wolf looked out, the moon hung in the sky, full and round. The meadow in which the pack resigned was at the foot hills of this mountain.
The old wolf spoke, her voice quite, but powerful, " she will be bearing pups, kin. One white one black, who have the power of all our ancestors in their paws, and they choose the path they take." All the wolves were silent. Then the she-wolf spoke, "is this good?" She asked, still holding on to the chance her pups might do something good for their pack. Half moon thought, then spoke, " they decide their destiny sky, they decide..." the old wolf trailed off, mumbling. Sky looking helplessly at her mate, who was as confused as she was.
" exactly how powerful-" the red wolf began, but half moon cut him off, " leave, I've said all our ancestors told me, so leave, then maybe I can get some sleep". The red wolf was angry, this wolf refuses to tell me, our leader, if his pups are going to do good things?
"Hold on just a minute-" the red wolf began, but again half moon cut him off, " I've told u everything, so leave, get a good night sleep, and don't bother me." The old wolf was known for being stingy and rude, but was the only wolf so far that could depict prophecies, or omens. The wolf's eyes softened, she looked at them and spoke, " Russet, your pups will be fine, don't stress her, or they won't turn out right, now go get some rest." She motioned to the entrance to the cave. The night was quiet and crickets buzzed and hummed.
"Thank you for your time," Sky said, still worried about her pups. If they turned out bad, then they'd become leader, and our pack would suffer...she thought as she walked to the nursery. The moon cast an unearthly glow upon the meadow, especially the mountain. Sky couldn't bear having pups that could turn out to be evil, and powerful. She prowled into the nursery and several other nursing wolves stirred but none woke. She slept a night without dreams.
