The wolf stood high, her fur being eblown back majestically by the wind. She relished the feeling of fresh air on her tongue. She stood below her pack, perched on a pile of rubble and rocks. She lifted her head high.
"I have gathered you all to announce a very special day in our history. I have officially announced that we are adding a new rank. The gatherers, which are wolves who do not hunt or fight. They gather materials for healers and the camp. From now on, female wolves will not be hunters or fighters, but rather healers and gatherers. Now, Bite. Set up the patrols. This meeting is dismissed."
Storm was frozen to the ground in shock. His mouth gawked open as his eyes stared unsteadily at nothing in particular. Sweet would not be anything? Not a hunter? Nothing?
He heard a growl from behind him. He pricked his ears as he slanted his eyes to get a glimpse of the noise. G
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HorrorIt was the year 1909, reckoned to be around the end of October. The nights were eerie and pitch black, lasting for an unusually extended amount of time. Elders of the town Rosegold, located near the border with Alaska and the northern parts of Canad...
