aurora borealis- noun plural: An aurora that occurs in northern regions of the earth. Also called northern lights.

In the middle of a dense forest of coniferous trees lies the Aurora Borealis pack, its name coming from its location. At certain times of the year, the northern lights appear, dancing almost magically in the sky. A narrow trail leads you through the close evergreens. Giving into temptation, you begin moving your paws. By venturing into this territory, you are venturing into a land belonging to a pair of feared leaders. You have heard rumors of them...but you decide to take your chances and hope that the tales of blood and death are merely fabricated stories to scare wolves.

You have walked nearly five minutes before you realize the sound of paws stepping somewhere from behind. Deciding that you've made a mistake, you quickly turn around, but find that you cannot go any further. Standing before you is one of the mighty kings you've heard of. His blood red pelt clings over perfectly toned bands of muscle. But that isn't what causes such fear in your veins. One of his amber eyes has a horrid, bleeding scar across it, and his good eye seems to stare right through you. His face is expressionless, giving off none of his intentions. You cower away as his jaws part.

"I'm Hell Demon."

His voice was deep and cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. Right where he left off, another voice picks up from behind you. You whirl around and find yourself facing another male with steely muscles beneath his pelt, which seems to consist of every shade of brown. He had startled you, and you're amazed how you hadn't at all detected his approach.

"And I am Ghost...we're the alphas of Aurora Borealis."

His deep voice was laced thickly with a Native American accent. His own golden eyes are directing a harsh glare your way. Now you're caught in the middle...your breathing has become heavy in your panic and you're not sure which to face.

"You've foolishly trespassed into our territory. You face the one called Hell Demon's whose voice is once more addressing you. Get out, or become a corpse along our border."

It's obvious they mean business. So now it's up to you...take your chances and stay, or heed their warning and waste no time getting out with your life.

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The grass crunches lightly beneath my paws, while the could wind ruffles my shaggy mixed hued fir. My golden optics rest upon the land I once called home and had become home yet again. I remember my mother taking us away only to have us search it out and come home again. We had meet two of our lost siblings. They had been sent on a mission without us, I missed them dearly. Though during the meantime we had been run through grueling training. despite sin's best efforts I would never be a strong warrior. Xena had risen above all of us. Surprisingly Hecate showed a quiet cunning strategy, Jasper had brute strength. Me I had always been small and lithe. I could hardly stand to hurt the deer we had hunted. A reason the others had scent me ahead. I knew wolves had to kill to eat but did we have to kill so brutally?
I shudder at the thought more than the cold wind touching my bodice. I continue towards to packlands wondering what we are going to find. As I near forest another scent carries on the wind. She did not smell of the queen, rather she smelled of pain. I change my course to take me away from the pack meeting and towards the strange female.
Stepping into the clearing my golden optics fall over her form. The fea was much large than myself, even though she was swollen with pups it was obvious she would still be large. Her fur was tinted with red and had variations on mixed hue similar to my own except my fur was tinted with whites. her eyes when they looked at me were a stunning green. I left my golden orbs roam over her form, my posture no threatening. My small size helped with it, and the kind look in my eyes. Many said I was naive yet they did not know what I had been through.
"Merry Meet young wolfess. My name is Wicca. I am an omega of this pack. Are you seeking shelter or a home for you soon to be cubs to grow up in?"

My maw falls silent as I stand within five feet of the fea, trying to keep my distance to put the young mother at ease.



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