Shadows advanced through the woods, making no noise as they slid over the ground on silent paws. Bright eyes penetrated through the darkness of the night, dancing over the forest floor; over leaves and logs and boulders. With no moon to shed light on this scene, the pack was invisible. They had to be, or else the others would sense them; hear their paws crunch over the pine needles or see their foggy breath as they neared the other pack.
Off in the distance a wolf howled, and the pack broke into a run, snapping twigs and panting hard as they bounded towards the looming cliff in the distance. Ahead, more eyes shone through the night, much more than the small group in the forest. A lone wolf sat on a boulder, watching the other pack near them. He was the leader of the waiting group below the cliff, and his eyes were set on the two yellow eyes at the front of the nearing pack.
There are two packs by the name of Sky-wind wolves and the Raging-River wolves. Long ago there was a brave wolf who had two sons. An Alpha he was. Brave and courageous and very loyal to his pack. He had two pups that were his everything after his mate died. The large wolf was on his last moon and had to pick a new alpha before his time was to end. Having to choose between his two pups took a lot, but in the end was unable to go through with it. He ended dyeing without choosing and the siblings fought for control. There was no victor and the pack ended splitting into two. Battling forever and a day for the rightful spot as Alpha of the territory. But as time dragged on the two wolves had forgotten why they were fighting. Just that it was a constant battle. They fought for food, territory, pride, they fought over air to breathe. will time ever heal there differences?
