Lone Wolves

Shisai

The blue wolf picked her way down the mountain, sliding part of the way. She had never been given a name. They called her 'abomination' or 'pup' even after she towered over many of them. She snarled in annoyance. The moons hung low in the sky as her paws hit grass, not snow. She lowered her muzzle and smelled the ground, enjoying the scent of prey as it tickled her nose. The Pack of Darkness only ate rats and other things like that. It was all they could find in their lands. She continued down the mountain, keeping her nose active. A strange smell hit her nose and she stopped, stooping low to the ground. She watched as a small group of four or five wolves followed a bright green wolf. They stopped at a large pile of rocks near where the mountain cut off suddenly. A tree had grown on the pile, it's roots twisting and turning into the rock and filling every space the rock could not. They folded their front legs and pushed their foreheads into the dirt at the base of the pile, ears back. The blue wolf cocked her head, confused. The small group then rose and ran into the forest. After deciding it was safe, the blue wolf walked cautiously to the pile, smelling the scents of the wolves that bowed. The green wolf is the next in line to lead The Pack of Earth. He was kind at first but turned out to be just as cruel as the rest. She climbed onto the pile and stuck her nose in a space between two rocks. Then, the sweet smell of lavender and the smokey smell of magic hit her nose. She recoiled in shock. No. No no no no! She's alive! She can't be here! The wolf pawed at the rocks, becoming more desperate. The smell always used to calm the blue outcast. It was the scent of the only person to ever be kind to her; Shisai. The wolf reached inside herself to awaken the power that had been oppressed by the fearful wolves. She released it with a snarl and the trees creaked. The wood bowed then snapped, sending the green foliage toppling down. The rocks shuddered and split. She pushed them away like pups, sending them hurdling away in every direction. She landed lightly on the ground, her eyes slowly fading from white to their original emerald green. In front of her sat a human skeleton. Green robes were draped over it and the spine cracked just above the shoulders. The wolf pinned her ears back and crawled on her belly towards the skeleton. She whined and nudged the skull with her nose. She then rubbed her head against it. She carefully stepped on the green silk and laid down on it. She pressed her nose to the silk, breathing in the scent of the only person who had ever been kind to her. She closed her eyes.

With a sudden yearning, she sat up and howled. She sung to the moon and stars about this human. She sung to Ōkami and begged her to allow Shisai into her fields of prey. She sung to the packs, warning them of her wrath. She sung until her voice hurt and then she lowered her muzzle. She leaned down and carefully grabbed the pale green shawl that Shisai always wore and flipped it over her shoulders, wrapping it around herself. She then used her powers to create a tomb for her friend, carefully laying her bones inside it to rest for eternity. She then stood and left, knowing the packs would be after her. She weighed her options and started for the forest that held The Pack of Earth.