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 vixen sat herself to the ground, happy that she was soon to be going on a hunt to stretch her muscles and teach the younger pups how to hunt. She was very disappointed that her own pup, Fyryra, would not make it; she felt that it would have been a wonderful experience for her and that it was only the least she could do was join the hunt no matter if her mate and pup showed up or not. She nodded to Kong, this having been the first time since Magic had seen him since the meeting when she first came to Aurora Borealis. The pack was growing well and she was proud of Kalgalath for his wonderful job restoring the pack from nothing to something extraordinary. “I would like the extra set of paws. Perhaps you'll teach me a thing or two." The vixen dipped her head with a smile. “I hope dearly that you will do the same for me.” She stayed in the shadow of a tree as the three of them sat and waited for others to arrive. Magic lifted her cranium, scenting a new pup along the waves of the breeze. She didn’t recognize the scent, and was glad that she was going to have an opportunity to meet another pack member. Other than Kalgalath, her family, Kong, Zig, Chiron, and Tyson, the poor ess knew of no one.

The pup appeared through the trees, slightly older than her daughter, but not quite a teen. His pelt was a white and a brown, and the vixen smiled at him. “I...I am Des...tan.” The vixen nodded. Destan was not a pack member that she had known yet, and she smiled brightly at him. He came into the clearing with his body low to the ground, and the fae couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Everyone in her pack lands should feel welcomed. “Welcome, Destan. I am Magic. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Perhaps she shouldn’t greet the pups that came in? She thought that she could appear to be one of the leaders of this hunt, but she wasn’t and she didn’t want others to mistake the authority for Kong. She decided that she would just greet the wolves and not say anything else. Several minutes passed before Magic inhaled the breeze. There was another pup on the rise, and with that scent came Kalgalath. She smiled, the tip of her tail flicking. Around others, the fae didn’t feel like herself. She barely knew these wolves, and didn’t want to be mistaken for the happy-go-lucky types. Perhaps her aire however would prove her real personality.

Kalgalath came into the clearing, and from where Magic stood, she could see the little ball of white fur hiding behind his leg. She was cute, and the ess smiled. Her name was Khaleesi, and she was very outgoing and seemed smart. “Hello, Kalessi. I am Magic, and it is a great pleasure to meet you.” She nodded and looked up at Kalgalath. Giving him a smile and a slight nod of her head, she tried not to remember when she had been out-voted in the pack meeting that long ago. It was a part of her that she didn’t like expressing. She sat silently, waiting for the next command or action to take place.



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