They put her in chains. Atop the mountain, alone, cold. The snow fell swiftly and quickly swallowed the wolves as they went back down the mountain. They had befriended a hunter to chain her but he was sure to be ripped apart at the base of the mountain. She stood statue still with her head down and eyes closed. Her lips rose in anger as the chains clinked together. She moved her right front paw, hearing the chain become taunt and strain against the ground it was planted in. She opened her eyes, showing completely white. Her blue fur ruffled in the howling wind. She lofted her muzzle and let out a piercing howl.
It echoed down the mountain and reached the descending pack. They raised their heads and looked back up the mountain in annoyance. The howl stopped abruptly and the wolves stopped, watching the mountain wearily. Suddenly a dark item appeared in the heavy snow, landing with a clink of metal. The wolves gathered around it in curiosity. Laying in the snow was a small length of the chain that was used to bind the blue wolf. The hunter looked at the chain and cursed under his breath, rubbing his tired, snow stung eyes. The largest, darkest wolf twitched his ear and the surrounding wolves soundlessly pounced on the unsuspecting hunter.
The screams reached the now-freed wolf and she showed her blood stained fangs. She yipped happily and charged down the opposite side of the mountain.
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Lone Wolves
FantasyIn a far away land, filled with magic, there are many packs of wolves. Six main packs rule the land, commanding the elements. They keep close ranks and mate for ability, not love. They fear change and anything different.
