✨ The bristling Lake pack✨

BLP~ The foraging of territories. P1.

It was at the sudden quick movement, pine needles and leaves of sorts that fell upon the rustles of rampaging growls. A panting could be heard at the emerged end of stranger territory. Howls squealed upon the loud whistling winds.
'You'd better stay out!' a voice called, a tall muscular looking she-wolf with a white and golden pelt. A whimper could be heard as the dispersal fled. Soon the wolf turned, greeting their kin.
'Fara? My sibling. Are they gone?' The golden wolf nodded.
'Go back to the forbidden den, fig. It'll be a good rest for now. I'll go hunt.' Soon the slim tailed wolf, fig ran into the dark abysses of the night. The trees seemed to deem over fara, soon at once scenting a weak scent of a deer. A loud hunting howl emerged, many wolves began to appear to follow fara.
'Elk! Hunt!' The wolves followed fara slowly till coming upon an elk herd. The rushing paw steps became less clear as they hid upon the trees, soon being noticed with sudden elk warning calls. The pack began to surround the elk herd, many mother elk bucking and kicking in an attempt to keep them away from the calves. Although suddenly they began to run, the hunt began. A mother elk wouldn't leave the small tall-grass patch. They swarmed like hives of bees, The pack nipping at the mother till she finally began to run. One wolf struck the calve, the other wolves hunting down the mother. Soon enough it came to where both elk were killed, good food for the wolves. They howled with high pitch calls in part to protect the territory from other wolves and predators.
They began to eat their fill upon the mother elk's carcass, soon dragging the elk calve to the large bare burrow den. Pups began to jump around, chasing each other in an attempt to practice stamina. Soon turning to the food, completely changing their playfulness to acting like they were starving. They ate their fill, only a little bit left over. It was dark, soon hushing the wolf pups into the den at the sudden scent of stranger wolves. A few wolves, including fig, protected the den by blocking the entrance. Fara and their significant other, lark, were snarling with their tails up, in full alert to try and chase away the dispersal from their pups. Soon lark lunged at the dispersal wolf, clamping on its leg as it let out a squeak of pain, fleeing. Lark stayed behind but fara was furious, chasing the dispersal till it was out of the territory. Fara let out a howl to regen the territory when gaining one back from the pack, heading back. Along the way, Fara caught a rabbit, extra food. She soon arrived home dropping the rabbit for the pups, and laying next to lark exhaustedly. Their furs seemed beautiful together, a light golden and white, and a brownish black. It seemed to shine in the sun as they slowly drifted off to sleep.
A soft dream emerged of wolves sitting while the pups let out high pitched howls..But, more like cries. Perhaps a message, surely a bad one.
At the Anxious squirming pups morning became visible, a jolt of fara awakening in a cold sweat. Lark raised his head like a sudden jolt, seeing fara in concern, quickly tucking his head under hers comfortingly. At last an image of an white wolf with golden highlights appeared, fig.
'Fig!' a bark emerged from lark's mouth, seeing fig huff exhaustedly. 'What's going on?' Fara spoke cautiously. 'We must move. The fleas have gotten terrible! The pups are suffering, and likely to get sick!'
They could hear the sober in figs voice.
'Must we now?'
'Yes! Autumn has already shown signs of sickness.'
'Oh dear..our ancestors must be mad..'

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