It had been one year since Salamander's death. He was followed by Lowuri who fell ill, vomiting blood, two moons later. Gradient was devastated; Salamander had been the one who predominantly looked after him, and had protected him so many times. The young pup, still in denial, refused to learn how to hunt or fight before his grandfather 'woke up'.
Pandora and Diversion moved on for the sake of the pack, assuming the roles of official Alphas of the Pack of a Thousand Jades whilst Boldow followed in his father's footsteps. Kirenu, having no clear goal in life, became a rival to the throne against his brother for the time being. Occasionally, competition and tension rose high, resulting in scratches and bruises. Nix and Gradient had gotten accustomed to being in the middle of the teeth and claws, unable to avoid inevitable wounds.
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Salamander's paws made barely a sound as he bolted after a young elk calf. This was the realm of The Starried, the wolves who were now deceased in the living world had their souls contained in the night sky, forever happy. Lowuri followed his lead, darting through a few large, transparent elms and chasing after the rest of the star-herd so that they wouldn't be too close to the baby.
Skillfully, he took the opportunity that lay before him and drew his muscular frame backwards, bracing for impact. In one sudden movement, Lowuri had appeared in the path of the calf, blocking its way. In turn, Salamander propelled himself strongly through the cool, crisp air, landing squarely atop the baby, his teeth sinking into its throat.
Their eyes relfected the glittering galaxies surrounding them. A stranger's claws tapped loudly against the moonlit clouds. Turning to face him, the pair's stoney faces lit up. It was Thunder, their strong-minded, old friend from when they'd started the Pack of a Thousand Jades. He greeted the mates with a joyful, puppy-like yap before falling ominously silent.
Thunder quickened his pace, reaching them in a matter of heart-beats. "You two.." He began, drawing his tongue over his lips to elongate his speech as if he couldn't think of what to say next, "Sir Kiibah and Lady Falliow sent me. It's something for the living. Trouble's coming... Tell them this:"
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The Blizzard (Stories Etched in Snow)
FantasíaNix, a young arctic wolf, is thrown into a spiral of hell. First, her grandfather meets his demise, then she's told by her deceased brother that she needs to leave her pack. Death follows her like the plague. Will she be able to fight to change her...
