The air is heavy as you make your way through unknown territory, as you pause to sniff the air a drop of rain falls onto your nose. It is soon followed by another and another and soon the rain is pelting down in sheets, soaking you to the bone. The clouds are an angry purple and the menacing drumming of thunder rolls over the sky. Squinting your eyes against the blinding water you find yourself at the edge of a large, dark pine forest. You are too desperate for shelter to notice the scents that mark the border and plunge in, and nearly into the chilly stream that runs through the territory. You veer away and as you are shaking the water out of your fur you notice a large pair of icy blue shards gazing at you. The storm has passed now and beams of sunlight filter through the thick canopy of pines, illuminating a massive male wolf not three feet away from where you stand.

His pelt looks like a bad patchwork job of black and white and beneath them you see large, hard bands of steely muscle and you know this is a warrior for his torso is marred with many battle scars. His banner curls over his back and his lips are drawn, exposing sharp ivory daggers. When he speaks his voice is deep and dominant, like the thunder you so recently heard.

"Wolf, you have found yourself in the terra of the Andere Seite Pack. I am Eclipse, king of this land."

It is only then that you notice another pair of lanterns gleaming in the penumbra and a dark-pelted fae slinks out into the clearing to stand next to the king, her own banner waves and her green and blue eyes bore into you. She is the same size as most males and a crisscrossing pattern of scars show that she too can take care of herself. Her voice is cold and has a snake-like sound to it yet you can see they are both fair rulers.

"And I am Nephthys, queen of Andere. We don’t care much for strangers so you must make your choice, Submit to us now or flee our lands and never return. If you fail to do either you will have little time left to regret it."

The formidable pair pierces you with their gaze and you feel as if all your secrets spill out before them. You are left with a decision now. Will you submit and take refuge in this dark forest or will you flee and never know what secrets these trees hide? Make haste, you can see that the pair grow tired of waiting.

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There was a soft breeze blowing through the young wolfs russet pelt as he walked through the unknown lands. He had a pelt that was already coming in nicely for such a young brute, with light paws, tail, and muzzle that grew to a darker russet color as it grew towards his back and sides. He paused and lifted his nares to the wind, inhaling the many new and unfamiliar scents. As the wind blew stronger towards him the scent of many new wolves came to him. He perked his ears up, listening for the sound of any animals that may be around. Mezic was not intimidated by the thought of new wolves, being so young he still had no fear, even in situations where he should. The young wolf was barely older than a pup and had only been on his own for a few moons. He had left his family and pack when he was still a pup, an older pup but a pup all the same. Being as naïve as he was, he believed he was old and smart enough to live on his own. He was beginning to realize that he did not know as much as he thought when he left his pack and family, and he knew that he needed the help of older wolves if he was to survive much longer. He was a very curious and adventurous wolf, but that did not help him capture food. His empty belly grumbled to remind him how hungry he really was, he couldn’t remember the last time he had a good meal.

Mezic loped forward, his small paws making no noise as they landed softly on the ground. Mezic loved to feel the wind pull through his pelt as he ran, letting his tongue hang out, enjoying all the new scents coming in. He slowed as he approached a forest where the smell of the unknown wolves was stronger. He paused, sniffing around at the trees. Mezic sat down, thinking, this must be a packs border. Mezic knew he shouldn’t go in without having a wolf from the pack give him permission, really it should be the alpha but Mezic was not taught this. He had been too young when he left to know such rules as these. The young brute didn’t know what he should do, what the proper thing to do was. He wondered if he should call out to let someone know that he was there, or if someone already knew he was there by his scent. He stood up and peered into the trees, his amber eyes looking to see if there were any other wolves around. Seeing none he sat back down again, pulling his lightly russet colored tail around his paws and let out a bark, calling out to anyone that may be around.

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