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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It didn't take long for her call to be answered, though not immediately by the one she had expected. There was a brief flicker of disappointment -this was not someone she recognised, which should not be surprisingly she supposed, since the length of her absence. Still, it'd be rude to ignore him in hopes of her father's presence soon. "You flatter me, Jorah." The femme responded lightly, dipping her head politely in his direction. "I'm Blayre, and while I'm grateful for your presence, I'm waiting for-"


Her words had cut-off abruptedly as a familiar scent washed over her followed by an oh-so familiar form breaking the treeline and making a bee-line straight for her. "...Blayre?..." For a moment, she didn't know how to respond or what to do. Part of her murmured that this was a bad idea, that it was time to leave before things got emotional, messy. Another part of her cried out in relief - Kal was alive and well and most importantly he remembered her.


"Sweetheart... Oh I've missed you." He moved slowly, but Blayre had already made her decision, rushing forward to embrace him with an unusual clumsiness reminiscent of her pup hood. "Father," she mumbled against him. "I missed you too...I'm sorry." The huntress closed both eyes and leaned heavily against him, happy for a moment just to take everything in.


After a few moments, she pulled away gently, green orbs searching his face. "How are things here? Are you okay? What about Aindreas? Chenzii? Hellene? Has Aurora been safe?" The onslaught of questions spilled out before she could stop them, and she felt slightly embarrassed, feeling once again like an over eager pup in his presence. Still, part of her needed to know that her family and friends were safe and well. She didn't ask about Zig - that conflict has driven her away once, and she wasn't sure how she would cope if it arose again.


Briefly, she glanced over at Jorah, giving a apologetic glance. No doubt he had not signed up to be the sidelines at a family reunion.




"I could take you on," she decides.


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