When I woke it was noon. I stood and shook the pond grass from my fur. It was a little before noon so I decided to run a little ways. The best stop for me was the council peninsula. It was neutral territory and every pack wolf who lived in the kingdom could use it.
Whenever you were on the peninsula no fighting was allowed. If you fought you were either killed, scarred, or exiled. Depending on the severity different things could happen. I got there by dusk. I ran to the den site there and I drew in all the scents. No recent wolf scents. I sighed with relief and curled up under a rock outcropping.
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Roaring Wolves: The Beginning *on hold*
FantasiaBronzen - I was born to the Canyon Pack in the Waterfall Kingdom, it was cold all seasons but summer, then it was mildly warm. In my pack all males stayed to the age of three, if our father, Storm, had lost leadership, the eldest male would take ov...
