Being a hollow-guard requires incredible skill and strength. One must trust their instincts, even on the smallest of hunches. They must also be fierce and unyielding, willing to lay their life down for the Tribe of Soaring Oaks. As of late, many have. There are reports of a fearsome creature, the natural embodiment of a storm's fury, that walks the borders, picking off Tribe cats one by one. It appears only for a short while at a time, and when it does, it leaves no survivors. Yet somehow Drift of Red Leaf is unscathed after an encounter with the beast. It fascinates him, and he fascinates it. But what is the creature truly, and why is Drift exempt from its killing spree? The answers can only be found on nights when moonbeams shatter the clouds; that is the way of the wolf. ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ Content Warnings: ☽ Violence and gore [Entire story] ☽ Brief consideration of suicide [Chapter 14 only]
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