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 smell it. It's a smell that, admittedly, I have come to miss. A smell that had comforted me for many moons. But my absence was necessary. For my own well-being, of course. But now that I smell them, the members gathering, I can't resist its temptation. I'm not sure if I will be welcome among their numbers but I must try. I must come before them and find out if I may call this home still. Kal's call did not touch my auds, but as I skirt around the clearing, I can smell them there.

A moment of fear gives me pause. But soon I'm moving again. This time, instead of worriedly pacing, I move to enter the area encasing my pack. My pack. The words are awkward on my tongue and in my mind. I wouldn't blame Kal if he wrote me off as if we never had anything together. There was so much that we had, though, so much more than he knows. I push these thoughts from my mind as I step into the clearing, finally in full view of them all.

I walk stooped low to the ground, my tail far between my legs. My snout dips and my rich amber orbs trace my path. This is the pose of someone who is less than a subordinate. This is the pose of an outsider. Less than that even. This is not the posture of a queen. It's almost pathetic, really. My portals itch to fall upon my pack mates but I keep them subdued to the terra in front of me. My paws take me slowly before the King. A twitch of my nostrils and I can smell Kong among those gathered here. My eyes flick to him for the most fleeting of seconds, but I'm sure he'll notice.

Now at the Alpha's feet, I bow. Low and deep, my whole front brushing the earth beneath me. I offer up no words--do not speak unless spoken to. It's like I'm a teenager again, new to the land of Blossom and begging for a place at Spring Grounds. But no, this is not at all the same. This time I am shamed. This time, there is no brother by my side. I stay still as a statue, awaiting Kalgalath's words, no matter which way they may sway.

I ready myself to take them with a heavy heart.



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