5 years later
'Wake up pups!' I barked/whined. 'This is your first hunt with the pack!' At those words, all five of my beautiful wolfs opened their eyes. Altor, my only white pup, got up and yawned. 'Mum, are you going to lead the pack to Grandpa's willow tree house?' 'No, lux. The food there is only for our family.' He lost interest and ran to the river. The remaining black pups raised their heads and stretched. 'Oh, Mom. I had a rrrrrrrunderful dream. It was about today. Can I go join Altor?' 'Okay, Stella, don't fall in' She trotted off to join her eldest sibling. They all thought I joked when I told them not to fall in, but really, it was because I didn't want them to end up like their aunt (not by blood) Artemis. Only reverse. I sighed as I looked over at my other pups and went to join the others.
YOU ARE READING
The Silvermoon Hunt Pack and our ways
LobisomemThe girl was what you could call an average 16 year old with a hard life, trying to make the most of it. Until one peculiar night out in the dark woods caught her off guard... I want to try and tell a story with ups and downs, and how family sticks...
