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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Fyr jumped for joy when Magic's—ahem—her mother's words reached her towers. She yipped and ran in circles around her new parents like a torpedo. "WHEE!" Fyryra yipped and skidded to a halt between Unmoglitch's and Magic's towering pistons. Her fire was glowing as bright as the Aurorae above her. "This is the bestest family EVAH!" She grinned and giggled, sighing happily. Her gaze suddenly landed on some moving bushes. A wolf walked out, his scent alien to Fyr's crescents. His tail was arched high over his back and loyalty blazed in his eyes. His fire must be burning bright. Fyryra thought. She sat up, trying to make a good first impression on the Alfa. Fyr knew what an Alfa was, of course. She had grown to fear them. If only her former pack's Alfa wasn't so... bad–ish. But this Alfa had a warm sort of vibe around him. And besides, if he were bad, why would my dad be friends with him? She mused. Feeling confident now, she greeted him.

"Hi! You must be—um, I think your name started with a K, um,—Kal! You must be Kal! Hi! I'm Fyryra, or, um, Fyr." Nice going with a good first impression, she told herself. Fyr couldn't help it—being around Alfas have her the jitters.

Kal, Magic, and Glitch started talking to each other. It was obviously a conversation about something Fyr didn't know. She immediately ignored their conversation. Grown-up talk. Best not listened to. She mused. Grown-up talk was usually boring, or about work or something like that, so all pups soon learn how to ignore this talk—unless it's about the pup itself. Then they listen.

But this wasn't about Fyrya, so her well-trained doublets turned away and focused on the sounds of the forest around her. Birds, owls, raccoons, crickets, 'possums, mice, bats, yada yada yada. Bored, Fyr stared at the beautiful Northern Lights intently with her gray pools. Fyr's light was weaker now, but only because tiredness, or as Fyr would've said it, tiredness-ess, was smothering it. Her kissers parted into a wide yawn. Pups need a lot of sleepy-time. She curled into a ball next to Glitch's paws, a big furball of beauty and cuteness. Fyr dozed off a little, her ears still perked and alert.

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