

Bandit was a pet, living with the weird pink creatures. Redstripe was a forest born wolf, bullied for his bright red markings, which his parents named him after.
Bandit ran out of the nest, and jumped over the gate. She could feel the wind going through her fur, it was wonderful. Suddenly she crashed into something. She fell to the floor, and looked up. It was a tree. Then there was a rustling behind her. She sat up. A twig snapped. Bandit stood up, her hackels raised. A white wolf with bright red stripes stepped out.
"You, pet. What are you 'ere for?"
"I...I wanted to look round the forest."
"Well, you're in Wilda Pack land. You'll have to come wit' me." He started to walked away, and turned round. "Ya coming or not?"
She nodded and followed him.
The camp was a dip in the ground. Full of bushes and small trees. Wolves were padding round, greeting each over, talking, eating. Pups playing. Bandit felt out of place. An orange spotted wolf padded over to her.The wolf that had brought her here was with him, they must of talked.
"You are?" He asked.
"I'm Bandit." she answered. This wolf sounded like the leader.
"Well, Bandit, I'm Pantaliamon, the leader. The wolf who brought you here is Redstripe. The black wolf next to me is Timber, the male beta. I hope you will enjoy your life here."
"Life...here?"
"You wanted to join?"
"Well...Yes."
"Then welcome."
Bandit lived with the pack for the rest of her life, with Redstripe as her mate. But she broke up with him. Her mate is now Firestripe. She took part in many battles with the rival Pack, the Bonavanture Pack, which where Firestripe's old Pack. Then she had three wonderful pups, all sired by Firestripe.

Pantaliamon

Timber

Firestripe



The pups.