The Cavern of Secrets holds much more than you can imagine. Once a forbidden place, the ban on entrance has been released...yet, is it a good idea to enter?

Once a great battle had been fought in this cavern, against a dark beast that had once - and still might - dwell here. No one knows where he disappeared to, but there are rumours...

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I was already sitting quietly in the back of the cavern. Just pondering on life, the pack, and how it is growing so greatly. My neighboring pack was also growing quite steadily and from what the little birdies told me of plots galore going on. Supposedly they were capturing wolves and taking them prisoner in the pack lands. I had decided it was time to put my own plans in the works. So here I was sitting in the cavern getting ready to slip back into the pack land to ambush the current meeting before they took off. Last thing we needed was to get one of my wolves captures, much less one of my kids. Why, that would be completely unacceptable and ruin all my hard work that I had already done. Soon enough I would be visiting Kershov again, as soon as the little birdies warned me of him venturing out of his well-guarded castle. All these thoughts running through my head were quickly dismissed at the sound of my name rolling off a very familiar voice.

I knew he probably couldn’t see me; I was tucked away in a side corner enjoying the light blue lights flickering off the cavern wall. I always wondered how the light made its way through the water, to bad I wasn’t a fish because I would sure like to know. I stood up and moved swiftly towards the light, letting it dance across my shadowed figure as I spoke.

I don’t know Sidiorio what are you going to do about me?

I couldn’t help but let a little girlish giggle escape with the taunting words. As quick as my sentence ended with the school girl tone I continued.

I’m glad your back. We need to talk about a impending attack and our pups welfare. You game for a serious convo for a minute?
I was never full in his sight til now. My body was riddled with muscle outlines. I had been running more and it showed. My lean figured now was toned with definitions of muscle. I wasn’t looking like a brute by any means but far from showing my age. That was the joy of keeping in shape. I looked the same age on the outside that I felt in the inside. I was still a lean mean death wheeling machine.







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