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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‘I was exploring the area and got into a fight with some thorny bushes. I won.’ Leila chuckled thoughtfully as she surveyed the young pup along with his swiping actions of paws. Her ears riveted and perked in attempt at trying to listen prudently to his youthful lyrics. He had fallen and located herself; the phantom chuckled when he explained about sneaking up upon her – she knew that he had not been the most silenced of wolves. Her fiery eyes peered over the timber pup whose ears perked at the sound of Kalgalath’s name. Leila discovered that Kalgalath had accompanied the young pup to food. She smirked and nodded, her eyes furrowing gently as she traced through her mind for a sooty pelted female. And her brow furrowed even more profoundly; boss lady and her grumpy brother? Who were they? She chuckled when he declared that there was nothing to hunt. She knew that he could not engage in hunting, perhaps a mouse or two but nothing extreme. “I imagine you are the elite hunter, Tyson. Who are this boss lady and grumpy brother then?” Leila enquired, curious to understand and explore more of the pup who remained in front of him.

Her ears flickered as he responded to her query; he dubbed it interesting but subdued with the lack of wolves around. In a way, Leila agreed with him although she was quite content patterned into a smaller pack. In time, the phantom knew it would blossom into a pack quite similar to the population of Saw Tooth. Leila grinned at his proposal of a lot of thorny bushes to attack. Her ears fondled gently in the direction of his words; and laughed softly as he admitted being lost a lot of the time. “So, you did not receive a detailed tour from Kal?” Leila asked inquisitively. He appeared quite an independent young wolfing, perhaps quite similar to her as a younger squirt. She would always be delving into the world of travel, creating chasing with small prey (although she could not catch them.) Leila cleared her throat gently, her eyes seeming to glint with his small bodice standing proud in front of her. He was cute, she had to admit but she would never admit it for two reasons – it would ruin his fantasied reputation and also, her own fantasied reputation. But perhaps it takes one to know one.

In a brief moment of silence, the young dam lowered to her head once again to indulge into the very much soothing water. “Say Tyson, how would you like me to teach you some points about hunting?” She asked, her toes rippling into the soft mud. “Of course, we cannot straight away bury ourselves into the mature or larger creatures just yet. But I can still perhaps assist you in the stalking points of it.” She chuckled, “you weren’t exactly the quietest of animals ‘sneaking’ up on me.”

Her eyes held the amused grin they always seemed to as she awaited his answer.





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Leila | Pupless | Loveless | Aurora Borealis - No Rank | Young Adult
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