No Wolf Is Of Two Packs

Chapter 11

Fox Ears POV

As I raced towards the edge of the cliff I kept my mind as clear as possible. I would NOT allow myself to think of any negative possibilities for my sister. I growled she would live.
I paced back and forth along the ledge, how was I going to get up there?
I tore a branch off the nearest shrub and savaged it in my jaws while I thought. When I bit down in the thorn that was on the branch I yelped and pounced sideways, the rocks crumbled under my weight, worming into a tunnel that travelled up and out of sight.
I leapt to my feet in a huff and raced as quickly as I could along the trail, it burst out into a moonlit glade I recognised being close to the pack den of all places.
I shook out my fur and set out looking for them, it was a race between me and time.
The prize was my sisters life.

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Silver-Mists POV

I was drifting.
I continued drifting between day and night, day being bright, sharp and very painful. Night was dark, soft but peaceful. Night was where I longed most to be right now, a place with no feeling, a place I didn't have to worry and where hunting was good. Where is always be safe. I had noticed when I was in pain and my focus was sharper, I could sense I was staying less time in the light, spending more time in the dark.
Me and FoxEars had always been told stories of dying from our mother. She didn't tell them to us to frighten us, she told them so we wouldn't fear death when it finally came for us, she simply said it was how things had to be.
I had no fear now, I knew now was obviously my time, even if life was cruelty taken from me by the sickness and the gash Storm left in me.. I think?
My mind was still muddled but I tried not to think.
I was sad that I'd be leaving my sister behind so close after she lost her mother.. Our mother. But she would be fine, she had the pack and she would find a mate, start a family of her own perhaps, stubborn as she is loyal. Many young wolves would follow her as leader.
I stopped thinking of FoxEars, it was too painful. I began thinking of the death stories sandy always told us. I wanted to laugh almost, dying wasn't loping into a white bright light as we had always been told, dying was slowly sinking into darkness, the lulls of everything that had calmed us in our lives, the howls of my pack, the singing birds as the leapt from branch to branch. The sound of water trickling over rocks pooling into the lake that had been near our den. And my dreams. I could remember them all now, every dream I had had since I was a pup, lulling me down... Down... Everything around me began growing softer, I heard a pricing heartbroken howl from far away, before that too silenced to nothing.