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Ace drifted out of his makeshift den that he had stayed in for the night. It wasn't much really, just an old, rickety tree that happened to be hallow; it was a lucky break for Ace all the same. He sniffed the breeze, hoping that he might scent wolves on the horizon, but smelled nothing of interest. A stream gurgled in the distance and a squirrel barked. It was shaping up to be another traveling day, one that involved many boring, fatiguing miles with not much of a change in scenery. He sighed and walked to the stream to get a drink. He was still a loner and that was a hard life; he looked forward to leading an easier, pack life. If he could find a pack, that is. His stomach growled. Ace just pawed at it, annoyed. Hunting was definitely not his strong suit, he was more of a fighter. All the same though, he would need to hunt. He decided for now though to trick his stomach into thinking it was full, so he lapped up more water until his stomach was no longer growling. He then turned to the woods and shifted into an easy trot, one that he could easily keep all day.

Arctic's crystal blue eyes opened up on a day very different from the last. For one, it was not raining... but there was something else... she thought to herself. Then it hit her. Yesterday was the day her father had been mauled by Morenai, the old beta. Now he claimed himself the alpha, and no one dared appose him. Arctic blinked back tears, you have to be strong, and live on with your life. she thought to herself. The wicked Morenai had inforced new rules, most of them making no sense and being just plain wrong. So, she had run away. As far away as possible. She had ran, trying to leave her sadness behind, but it followed her wherever she went; a big dark storm just waiting to open up and blow her away in misery. A single tear rolled down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. She stood and took account of herself. All her limbs and vital organs were working properly, but she had scrapes and bruises all over. She shook her sleek white coat. Now is the worst time to have a white coat she thought to herself gloomily. All the other females in the pack had envied her for it, but it made it much harder to hunt. The prey easily spotted you so you had to be extra careful. As if to punctuate her point, her stomach rumbled. Maybe I will get lucky and will spot some lame prey while I travel, searching for a place to stay........ she thought to herself. Or a new pack she silently and almost guiltily added.

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