
With A Burning Fire As Our Push
We Banned Together To Find Home
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Our home was a beautiful forest. It had plentiful prey, fresh all year round due to the constant mild temperatures.
We called ourselves the Robin pack and the Raven pack, two great forces among a single forest.
We had a fresh river that cut through the border of both territories, separating us from each other. We never crossed
it because we did not like each other. We took advantage of what was provided to us. We had plentiful space, enough
prey for two packs, but still we took advantage. Anyone who crossed territories was killed because we didn't like it.
But then the fire came. It tore through our entire forest, burning wood to a crisp and grass to ash. We ran, in our
haste we lost many. Most of which we would never come to know the fate of. Both the alphas were lost in the fire,
most useful wolves were actually. We were left with a handful of hunters, a few warriors, no elders, no mothers,
scarcely any pups, and a beta. We were now a rag-tag group of wolves with tensions still boiling beneath the
surface. But now we were lost, we had no home, no nothing. We only had the feuds that still burned and a pack that
could barely go without argument. But in order to survive we must find a new home. We must survive. We
must leave behind the anger we once held against each other. We must become a pack.
We called ourselves the Robin pack and the Raven pack, two great forces among a single forest.
We had a fresh river that cut through the border of both territories, separating us from each other. We never crossed
it because we did not like each other. We took advantage of what was provided to us. We had plentiful space, enough
prey for two packs, but still we took advantage. Anyone who crossed territories was killed because we didn't like it.
But then the fire came. It tore through our entire forest, burning wood to a crisp and grass to ash. We ran, in our
haste we lost many. Most of which we would never come to know the fate of. Both the alphas were lost in the fire,
most useful wolves were actually. We were left with a handful of hunters, a few warriors, no elders, no mothers,
scarcely any pups, and a beta. We were now a rag-tag group of wolves with tensions still boiling beneath the
surface. But now we were lost, we had no home, no nothing. We only had the feuds that still burned and a pack that
could barely go without argument. But in order to survive we must find a new home. We must survive. We
must leave behind the anger we once held against each other. We must become a pack.