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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Kalgalath had spent the last few weeks recovering from his return trip to Blossom Forest. It had been a long distance and he hadn’t rested much. After Kong had accepted him into the pack, Kalgalath had rested in Kong’s cave and slept, allowing his body to rest, his joints to be soothed. When he had been accepted, the alpha had just died, so he also had wanted to wait a while when the pack adjusted to the tragedy. But now, he was ready to come out from the cave and meet the rest of the pack. Make friends, aside from Kong. Find a cave of his own. Maybe even find a mate. It had been almost two years since he had even had a love interest – he had constantly been on the move and had not had time nor the mindset to put his heart into anything. But now that he was here…now that he was home…

His grey form slithed through the terra, looking around. Although he had been accepted a few weeks ago, he was still unaccustomed to the layout of the land, a fact he wanted to quickly remedy. His icy eyes wander across the land, looking for packmates. He travels by the border of the pack, allowing his nares to recognize the scents found there and connect them with the idea of home. Kal pauses and glances around, checking to see if any strangers are waiting at the border to be accepted. Although he has no ranking, he would make sure that no stranger crossed the boundary line without the permission of the alpha… whoever that was now.

Travelling away from the border, he sets his nares to the ground. The terra is quiet and still, and although it is empty, he feels at peace. His paws lead him to a tree, and he sits down under it, his grey plume curling around his thick bodice. His gaze travels to his ribs – he is leaner than he has been for a while from lack of good hunting, and his mind travels to the hunting grounds here, allowing himself to dream of bloody meat until a pack member finds him.





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