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Short Story:
Dinos padded silently through the underbrush, the light of the moon casting a strange shadow through the trees. He had volunteered for a late-night patrol with two other apprentices—who at this moment were nowhere to be seen—and he was very intent on doing his job well.
Dinos paused a moment and looked over his shoulder, letting his ears catch the sounds behind him. The other two apprentices should have been shortly behind him, as they had been for the past hour, but somewhere along the creek, he had lost them. He sighed, thinking of Calisto, who had suggested the patrol for the apprentices. Dinos knew that if he returned now without the other two apprentices, Calisto would let him have it.
He sighed again and strode forward, trusting that the other two would find him eventually. He made sure to leave a scent marker every hundred yards or so, to lead them forward. He just hoped a Kronador wouldn’t scent him before his patrol mates did.
The forest gave way to a small clearing. Dinos carefully scouted the area, making sure there were no immediate threats in the open space. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his surroundings.
The distinct odor of Kronador wafted his way. Dinos snorted, his heart pounding. He was alone and unarmored. If one was this close…
He crouched low, waiting for movement. But nothing stirred in the silent night, save an occasional bug that would fly in front of his vision. After at least ten minutes of crouching, Dinos toed his way into the clearing, every muscle in his body prepared to bolt.
The bright light of the moon illuminated the clearing, revealing a large dark patch near the middle. Dinos crept over to the spot, his nose sniffing warily. A wave of Kronador scent assaulted his nostrils.
Blood.
Dinos circled the spot, checking to be sure. There was no doubt about it: a severely-injured Kronador had been there. He dipped a paw experimentally into the spot. It was still wet.
Dinos withdrew his paw in disgust, licking the blood off of his toes. If it was still wet, that meant that the injured Kronador had passed through recently. He was not happy with this discovery; an injured Kronador so close to the Warriors territory only meant trouble.
He growled in his throat, torn between the decision to track the Kronador or to return to the pack and try to warn the others. After a moment’s hesitation, he resolved to follow the Kronador and see what it intended to do.
Dinos hurried off, his nose to the ground, following the trail left by the creature. He could tell from the scent that it was male, young, and bleeding profusely. Dinos could see drag marks in the dirt where the Kronador had limped along, and so he guessed it was probably a leg wound. He had no idea what could have injured the creature so severely, besides a Warrior, but there had been no reports of attacks for days.
He had followed the scent for miles when suddenly, up ahead, he heard the loud keening of a wounded Kronador.
Dinos stopped, heart thumping, and crouched down low. He stepped carefully through the trees, not making a sound nor moving a single leaf. He peeked through the undergrowth and spotted the wounded creature in the moonlight.
It was dragging itself along, wailing loudly. The creature’s back leg had been drastically wounded. It was not supporting any weight at all and looked as if it might have been rendered useless.
The creature stumbled forward and fell, its huge weight crashing into the ground. It attempted to get up twice, falling back each time, until finally it gave up and laid there, its sides heaving in and out with exertion.
Dinos flexed his muscles in worry. The Kronador was obviously incapacitated, but it still posed a threat to the pack. Even if it could not attack of its own accord, the scent of blood mixed with the distress call of the creature could bring others of its kind to this spot in moments.
He growled softly in his throat, mentally chastising the two other apprentices for losing their way. He had to make a choice: he could sit there and wait for his backup to help him fight the Kronador, he could run back to the pack and try to get help, or he could silence this creature himself.
The last choice seemed so obvious. He could handle the situation and protect the pack, while at the same time earning himself some clout among the more experienced Warriors.
And yet he paused in thought. A healthy male Kronador would usually take at least three seasoned fighters to take down. Sure, this creature was obviously unable to stand, but a desperate Kronador was a deadly Kronador, and Dinos feared that the injury would cause the Kronador to be even more aggressive in a fight. Not to mention the fact that if other creatures were to show, he would be killed instantly.
He thought of Calisto and what he would do. Calisto was an excellent scout and always knew when to fight and when to wait. He could hear his voice in his head, saying: Wait.
Dinos sighed and settled down into the undergrowth, watching and waiting. He had left all the clues that he could and had found the Kronador. Now it was up to the others to find him.
(Calisto belongs to Lillian Nightshade - this entry is not necessarily an accurate representation of Calisto)
What does Isket look like?:
Isket is night. Everything about the land is dark and cool like the nighttime. The grass is blueish-green, the rivers are white as the night stars, and the mountains are red like the deep embers of a fire burning low in the dark.
What are the WoI's breeding requirements?:
Customs WoIs can have up to 4 pups. UR-litter wolves can have up to 3 pups. Pound pups can have 2-3 pups, litter pups can have 1-2 pups, and newer generation and really young WoI can only have 1 pup. Inbreeding is never allowed.
Who are the UR WoI's? The UR WoIs are Laurona and Mardelius. They gave birth to the first ever litter of WoIs.
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