Silvershore

Chapter Seven

"Aries? What are you doing here?" Loki growled. "It's the middle of the day, we're going to get caught!"

"I was walking around, caught your scent, and decided to come and see you." Aries explained.

"Seriously, Aries..." Loki blushed. "We're going to get caught, there's other wolves patrolling near us..."

"I need to speak with you about something," He sighed.

"Hm? And what's that?"

"Loki, I..." Aries sighed. "It's very dangerous for your reputation to keep leaving the Main Territory every night."

"I know," Loki nodded.

"I think we should meet up less often." He told her.

"How often?"

"Once a week?" Aries asked.

"That works." Loki agreed.

Aries smiled. "Come here, Loki."

Loki nuzzled him as Aries wrapped his tail around her. They stayed like this for a while, unaware of their surroundings.

"Y-You should leave," Loki suggested.

"Just a moment longer?" He asked.

"Well...alright."

"Loki." A monotone voice was heard behind them, and her heart stopped.

She slowly turned around, hoping it was her imagination. A dream. A voice in her head telling her this was wrong.

Evelyn was right behind her.

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"We're almost there!" Bright Moon squealed. "Thank you for taking us here!"

"No problem! This really is a wonderful experience you'll remember for the rest of your life." Daruk grinned.

"It will be!" Stormjay explained.

"I can't believe we're going to see the ocean," Kenya smiled.

"It's right through here!" Daruk smiled, as they passed through an opening between two mountains that led them to a tiny shore with small, gray seashells.

Soft sky above, sharp stones underfoot and the clouds caressed with reflected light. The lacy waves are a drumbeat that echoed in his heart, the breeze blows the tension right out of his bones and all the while the birds arc above, masters of the salty updrafts.

"This is why we call this land Silvershore," Daruk explained, as he showed them the seashells.

Bright Moon was beaming. She touched a seashell to her muzzle, while Stormjay watched her examine it with pure astonishment.

"Shall we send Amira off?" Daruk placed the light brown she-wolf onto the sand.

"Let's do it." Stormjay agreed.

The four pups began to push the body into the ocean, until she was floating off north, away from the land they called their home.

As they took a moment to appreciate the beauty of this moment, a few wolves appeared behind them.

"Hey, show's over." A small, light gray she-wolf with yellowish-green eyes growled. "We've gotta send off our wolf your mate killed."

"He would've gotten to the pups if it weren't for my mate." Daruk snapped. "She's a hero, Myra!"

"Who's that?" Stormjay whispered.

"I think that's Myra, the beta of The Pack of the Fire." Kenya whispered back.