The Wolves of Valenguard: Live High Or Die

Prolouge

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In a dark, gloomy cave in a deep, green forest, a joyous wonder was happening.
A female Serili Mocari (which means "winged wolf") of the Majak pack was giving birth to her first pup.

The father, a dark grey wolf with red maji (which is a beautiful swirl pattern found on all Serili Mocari, it is pronounced mah-hee) looked on with interest. The cave was dark and gloomy, yet such a great wonder it had been blessed enough to contain.

"Now now, you can do it, my dear", he soothed. The new mother, a beautiful white wolf with unique black maji, groaned in pain.

"I know I can Marek, but there is quite a lot of strain!", she growled through gritted teeth.

She flapped her huge wings with frustration.

Marek, the male, caressed her wide, strained stomach with love and passion.

"Come on little fella, you can come out now", he whispered.

The female, who's name was Sya, gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. Then she pushed really, really hard. With a gentle "plunk!", a soft, wet bundle slid out onto the soft pine bedding.

"Oh darling, you did it!", cried Marek.

"Oh, joy", whispered Sya.

She slowly sat up to take a look. She looked down with admiring eyes at the little pup.

"I think he's a boy!", barked Marek excitedly.

Sya confirmed it with a quick glance.

"Oh, isn't he lovely, darling?", she purred.

He was a small little fellow, with white fur, a little pink nose, and beautiful blue maji. But his wings were a bit small, even for a newborn pup. Marek was the first one to notice this. He regarded them with a concerned expression.

"Oh, he is beautiful dear, but just look at his wings. Don't you think they might ruin his possibilities of being accepted? You know the motto of the tribe."

Sya sighed.

"I know, I know, live high or die. Tiny wings is a small flaw, but isn't he lovely?"

She rubbed the pup's head affectionately.

But Marek was very concerned.

"But darling, flaws are not permitted, now matter the size!"

"Oh, quit being such a grump", Sya growled teasingly. "He has his father's paws, you know."

Marek sighed.

"Ah, that he does. And what shall we name him my dear?", he asked.

"Salek", Sys sighed. "My dear, dear Salek."

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