Moonlit paws 🐾

🌓Chapter 2: Dark whispers🌗

[song: supermassive black hole by muse 🐾]
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Eyes darted around. Ears listened. Noses sniffed. Teeth were bared. Claws dug into the mud.

Who was the new wolf?

Delta strutted infront of Fang confidently, proud of what he had brought to the pack. His grey tail wagged happily behind him.

Fang hopped through the entrance and was met with glaring, untrusting eyes. She stood there for a moment, taking in what she saw, and appeared golden in the sunrise. The pack was as tight as a woven blanket. It was going to be hard to fit in.

There was about ten wolves she could see, each perched in individual groups under a huge tree. Its leaves hung down from mossy, twisted branches which acted as a roof for the whole den. Fang stood in awe at the tree, casting the wolves perched under it in a deep green light.  

She spotted Casper muttering to a gorgeous chocolate brown wolf. That must be Dawn. Dawn locked eyes with her before shyly looking away.  

Her eyes were drawn to a striking pure white wolf, who was dragging a branch of mint with her muzzle. The white wolf didn't look up to see who she was, and instead disappeared through the leaves of the tree. She was a refreshing break from the sea of piecing eyes.

However, one captivating wolf was giving her a death stare. He was huge, deep black and peppered with grey hairs. He was torn and battered, laying proudly on a rock near the edges of the den. His enigmatic stare was making Fang wobble with a sudden lack of security, so she focused her attention elsewhere.

She soon locked eyes with a beautiful protective tundra wolf. She had black tipped ears and a fluffy bluey-grey coat. She was suspiciously guarding the precious cubs which sat behind her, clueless.

Delta ignored the crowd of suspicious wolves and began to stalk through the wallowing branches. Fang followed. 

Fang huffed, each breath slowly peeling away her remaining composure. "I need to cool off." She spat, and hurriedly sprinted out the den. She ran out past the entrance into the woodland.

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[song: Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me The Horizon🐾]

Somewhere beyond Thorn pack, trouble stirred.

Darting eyes and ruthless claws scrambled through the forest that Thorn Pack called home. Some wolves had speculated they were taught to be this way- tirelessly trained to be effortlessly evil. Yet this was not the case.

Scar pack were inherently destructive.

From the moment their heavy paws struck the ground, they had a motive. A motive to kill.

Two wolves were vaulting through the forest. They were muscly, meaty and merciless. They seemed to be using all five senses almost obsessively- eyes scanning, ears listening... Their pink tounges snaked out from their jaws as they ran. Hungry. A wild look consistently glinted in their eyes. They were naturally terrifying, and moved in a jittery, hyper way.

Behind them ran four wolves of similar stature, though with a slightly less crazy look. These wolves were calculated, precise. Knowing. Perhaps their cunning intelligence made them even scarier than the first two, if that was possible. Their fur glinted in the moonlight as they ran fluidly through the forest.

In the middle of them all ran a singular pale orange-blonde wolf. Scar ran with pride, grace and power. He knew he was in control. In many regards he carried himself rather like a king, his wolves guarding him as knights.

If it was a competition of terror, Scar won. Every single time.

His appearance was unique, with one eye fully white and one an alien shade of green. His muzzle was long and he wore a drawn expression, yet his eyes revealed his proud, cocky identity. His piercing eyes neatly contrasted his coat, and on any other wolf the combination may have worked nicely, but...

On Scar, there was something off putting about it. Perhaps it was because the evil inside him was so intense it could be seen through his fur.

The packs slithering pawprints left deep marks in the chilling snow. They had come here to leave a warning.

Eventually, the two twitchy wolves scrambled to a halt. Panting and huffing, yet somehow synchronised, they turned to the rest of the pack. The four wolves darted off in all different directions, only to return in an instant, having assessed the area. The final call was up to Scar.

The pack waited, tense, all eyes locked on Scar.

He grinned a displeasing smile. "Perfect."

The two jittery wolves ran off, ready to perform their job.

"Scar." a sleek wolf approached Scar, who had sat down, chin lifted, full of pride. "I notice we are not reclaiming anything from Thorn Pack. Instead, it appears we are offering them food?"

Scar laughed slowly. "It does seem confusing." He turned to face his follower. "Trust me. They will get the message."

As he stated this, the two hyper wolves returned, covered in a sleek coat of fresh blood. They thumped down a mauled deer in front of Scar.

"Even Thorn Pack could understand this." Scar chuckled, raising a claw above the deer. Like lightening, he struck down upon its carcass, drawing a long, deep line across its body. Ferociously, he tore off its head and slammed it down in front of the body.

A different wolf approached Scar now. "Scar... are you sure you want to do this on Thorn Pack territory? This is a very aggressive message to send- they might even try to attack us over it!"

Scar let out a long, deep sigh which curled into a knowing laugh.

"That's exactly what I'm counting on."

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