Wolf pack

Blue Moon Blood

Miles away from civilization, hidden between mountains and forest was a land forbidden.
The landscape was destroyed. Obliterated.
It was a lake once hidden, now exposed as the trees had been burned to the ground. The water, once filled with life now still contained traces of the blood mercilessly spilt. Cliffs on the edge of the landscape still were stained, the caverns hidden within the walls were only empty holes, no longer housing their previous life.
No creatures attempted living here after the Fire of Insanity. Though the monster had left, all knew this was Rage's territory and entering was dangerous.
How could a land so barren be of any importance?
To anyone, it would not.
The scientists thought otherwise.
This, it seemed, was the perfect opportunity.
With Luck on their side, the party of scientists prepared to wheel out their wildest experiment yet.
They had seen proof of the Blood Wolf's power, this was now an ultimate test of a more useful Phase wolf.
Against the blackened ground walked in stark contrast a white Blue Moon wolf.
Her fur was so piercing that even the most hardened scientists had to admit her beauty. Her silvery blue eyes warned them dangerously as they pushed her forward.
No small number of chains and harnesses were prepared. Two strong horses, one of each side, were strapped to the wolf. Thick metal poles were put around her as a restrictive cage. Her mobility and turning would be as limited as possible. A solid metal muzzle was strapped tightly onto her snout, ensuring no deadly bites. Even her thick paws were covered in all varieties of strange contraptions.
It could be said the scientists had overdone it, or that they were simply too cautious. However, the very landscape they walked through and the warnings they received about the last Phase Wolf proved they would assure no chances.
The white wolf was led around in a wide arc to the tops of the cliff sides. It was not worth it to try to climb, again to assure no escape from the beast.
The Blue Moon wolf knew there was no getting out, so walked on sadly. It hurt to see such destruction, when she knew she could heal it.

The scientists knew this as well.
That was why she was there after all.
Finally taking a breath at the end of their journey, the team stopped the complaining horses overlooking the destruction. They had carefully mapped out the landscape.
So carefully they knew exactly where to find the stream.
It was hardly a stream, just a tiny trickle of water that dribbled sadly down the cliffside into the dead lake.
The scientists knew that was all they needed.
Metal bars around the wolf were carefully taken and driven with strong tools into the ground.
The harnesses on the horses were loosened only enough to lead the horses to stand back from her and tighten the ropes.
The tightening, mixed with the direct hitting of her legs forced the white wolf to lay down. Silently and sadly the wolf sank to her stomach, knowing exactly what they wanted to do.
All was in place. The moon up, half full, shimmered overhead. The wolf there laying before the destruction before them.
Carefully, the lead scientist pulled one of his sharp knives out. It was thick, long and meant to make as much bleeding as possible.
Standing as close as he could while being cautious, the scientist carefully placed the knife through the bars towards her neck.
For this to work, they needed blood, and a lot of it.
All held their breaths and the knife slit across her throat in an instant, over before it started.
The Blue Moon wolf winced and resisted a cough as the pure blood trickled then spilt quickly.
Scarlet spread across white fur then continued downhill to meet the stream.
If this was ordinary blood, the stream would have turned red and mudded just as it had been before.
This was no ordinary blood.
This was Blue Moon Blood.
Eyes widened as the sorry water met the scarlet in a flash of beautiful, glowing blue.
Once a trickle, the stream exploded underneath the wolf, droplets forming out of seemingly nowhere. The drops mixed and rapidly rushed to the cliffside, throwing themselves down into the destruction below.
The stream became a waterfall, holding in its waters blood of life.
Life was exactly what it brought.
Crashing into the valley, the dead trees sprank to life. Green sprouts formed before where only ash grew before, grass spread and welcomed the change. Flowers quickly followed.
The glowing waterfall poured into a river, rushing down and bringing life to all the land it touched.
Last, finally, the water reached the bloodied lake.
It was a clashing of red anger and white peace. Healing overwhelmed the lake and the angry waters fought back against the overflow. Ashes gave way to the spreading meadow, spreading until reaching the fallen trees. The wood faded as sprouts of thick willows spread about the new meadow, protecting the new purity and life given inside.

Seemingly a miracle, the valley of death had turned into life.
The scientists stood and marveled as the landscape transformed. They expected results, but not like this. Not like this at all.
Laughing excitedly, the team began to celebrate the great accomplishment, cheering, clapping loudly and dancing.
They had just found they could heal anything.
They could bring life back.
This was groundbreaking.
If they had stopped their celebrating, they would have noticed their cause to celebrate would soon be over.
The white wolf, in all her power, collapsed lifelessly on the rock, not even a breath visible or light in her eyes.

If the scientists were wise, they would have been sparing in using their resources. They discovered an incredibly valuable tool but had destroyed the very tool in the discovery.
It was one of the older scientists who noticed, quickly stopping the celebration.
They all grew quiet as they looked over at the lifeless, glazed eyes of the Blue Moon wolf.
He yelled a few unintelligent words and probed the wolf with the side of his blade.
No response.
Cursing more angrily, the scientists shook the wolf in hopes of any response.
She made none.
They determined they would need to give it time. If this wolf truly could cause life to return, she would be valuable dead or alive. They only needed to determine which she was.
The team agreed to sit and watch the scenery in their wait.
The land of death truly was reformed.
Trees continued to sprout and grow, gentle creatures were already flocking curiously to the new land.
They had healed the unhealable.
An hour, two had passed and the wolf remained with no response.
Sighing annoyingly to themselves the scientists determined the wolf, appearing dead, could not walk again and would instead need to be carried by the horses. As she was too heavy for a single horse to carry, she would need to be carried in pieces. All their work to entrap her needed to be undone in preparation for the butcher.
The team got to work, taking their tools and unhinging the bars, removing the cages and the tight harnesses to the horses.
No sooner had they loosened the bonds did they discover their mistake.
This was no ordinary wolf.
This was a Blue Moon Wolf.
The creature stood quickly and before they had any chance to recognize what was happening three of the team were already thrown off the cliffside. Men grabbed the loose harnesses in an attempt to tighten against the beast but this too was in vain.
Those piercing eyes were very alive and full of fury. She would not be taken advantage of any longer.
Yanking against the ropes, she knocked remaining scientists to their feet and, without hesitation, rushed down the trail they had taken before.
The horses struggled to keep up with the fast pace of the white wolf, were dragged on by their harnesses.
The white wolf charged onward, maneuvering through the rocks, trees and foliage.
Immediately after losing sight of the men on the cliff, the white wolf's eyes glowed and spreading around her was a white bubble. The shield spread quickly, and the wolf ran until she felt ready to faint.
The horses, bruised and broken from the run, whimpered frantically at the sight of their captor.
She took no hesitation to break off the muzzle and tear off the remaining contraptions. They were not meant to be removed, but she was not meant to be captive.
Finally breaking herself free from all the elaborate equipment, she turned over to the horses.
Just as she removed herself from the machinery, she tore their saddles and bags off. The scientists would never find this equipment again.
The horses whimpered wildly, knowing they were too weak to run for escape.
The white wolf was never the violent type.
Instead, she approached them gently, breathing on their wounds. They felt their legs bind up, and bruises recolor.
She ended in a courteous bow, and turned away from the horses, that already had taken in another run away from her.
Scarlet blood still trickling lightly, the Blue Moon wolf stumbled forward through the trees. Her eyes were dim.
The only problem with being a healer, was she could never heal herself.
Scanning for any sign of cover, the white wolf limped over to the edge of a tree, leaned against it for a moment, and then collapsed.
She blinked only a moment before she succumbed to the blackness spreading in her mind.