~Introduction~
The skies are dark and air humid. The rage and agression of the lightning strikes in random areas. Voices are crying and yelping in pain and distress. Who could not help but wonder what it the cause of the unsettlement? Ash is under your paws and flies up in a slight breeze. The trees do not sway. Their branches hang limp and dead ready to drop of at any moment because of the rotting dead wood. The once beautiful rich wood was grey and black. The rivers were now streams. The dry crisp ground that is not yet covered by ash is covered with clots of blood. No wolf could survive here. You must move and live with a good pack. You must eat. But there is nothing here. You walk forward then start to run to escape the horrors of the battle ground. You start to feel dizzy and weak. But you must keep going. Soon you feel like you want to drop. But the smell of a gathering of wolves liven you and you start to bound forward using whatever strength you have left. Your legs ache and your stommach feels sore. But you made it! You are here! And very glad too! There is now another scent of another pack to the right. Which direction shall you go?
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