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painted skies. a peaceful, hopeful name, yes? must be a tranquil place. this pack as not always been at peace. there was a time when this mighty pack was almost ripped up at the roots, doomed to be just a memory, a thought carried in the wind. years ago there was a young brute by the name of jason. not a scar on him, sporting blue eyes, inky black pelt, will and passion so strong he could win over even the most stubborn wolf. he took the position of alpha not long after his father passed away, the young brute being only three years old at the time. he led his pack with honor, grace, and kept them alive even when it seemed all hope was gone. jason even charmed himself a mate, a fiery, rebellious young fae by the name of war, who once upon a time would not even spare this hopeful brute a second glance. the pair led happily together for two peaceful years, the pack thriving under their watchful eyes. but one winter, tragedy befell their beloved pack. famine, blizzards, death, disease. food had always been scarce during the snowy months, but it seemed to disappear altogether this fateful year. storm brought hypothermia, pneumonia, at least half of the pack dying of starvation or cold or illness within the first month of winter. no wolves were strong enough to hunt, no wolves were strong enough to produce young, a new generation that would be the dying packs hope, and no wolves wanted to. none of them wanted to be together, they just wanted to slink away to their own dens and wait out this awful winter, or die in the process. jason and war watched their pack slowly deteriorate around them, and in the end only four fortunate wolves came out of that winter alive. jason and war, and elder by the name of takuro, and wars' own father, storm. slowly these four rebuilt the pack of painted skies, taking in loners and rouges, anyone in need of a home, but all four knew that this could not happen again. painted skies could be destroyed, lost forever if this happened again. they needed new generations, they needed strong pups to carry on the packs' legacy, and so, takuro, jason, and war came up with a policy. one highly respected wolf, a wise elder, calm and experienced, ranked even above the alphas, would watch the pack and its' wolves closely from spring to summer. this elder would study the wolves, their personalities, who worked with who, who was best and hunting, who best at fighting, and would later assign these wolves together. yes, it did no matter if these wolves were in love, they would be paired together by the elder and become a mated pair. some wolves were outraged, however what the alpha says goes, and the pack was held under a firm paw from then on. takuro became the first elder, and the pack thrived, growing in population, growing stronger, claiming more territory. jason and war raised their own litters under the eye of takuro, and even after the death of these determined leaders, the pack remained. new alphas were chosen, new elders, new mates, seasons passed, years passed. the pups of jason and war passed away, but not without leaving pups of their own, the legacy of their mighty parents passed down to them. still, these names are praised in the pack, carried by descendants of the alphas who saved their pack in the most unlikely way.