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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a restless body beside her was what ended up waking up ziva. she generally awoke with her littermates, unless one of the babies got hungry and cried loud enough to wake her up. or her parents woke her up. but those days were more rare now as the eldest three were much better at managing themselves these days. still, was it not too early to be awake? which sibling was it who had awoken her because she would be having words with them. ziva had been rudely woken up in the middle of the night by one the younger pups and she was hoping for at least a little more sleep. squinting against the cold light that was entering the den, the pup could make out the form of her sister leaving the den. ever the go getter, huh. ziva stood up, carefully stepping to avoid the others in the den and hopefully not waking anyone else up. qiturah was independent, but she still felt that she should follow her just to be safe.

from the yelp and the pawprints in the thin layer of snow, it was easy to track qiturah down. ziva could see a crushed patch of snow, as though her sister had tumbled and then following it an obvious trail made by a running qiturah. what the hell was she doing? it was unlike her to stumble, and qiturah got cold so easily as it was. running would only make her feel worse in the long run. sighing, ziva trotted along the fresh trail. it didn’t take long to find her target; qiturah stood staring into a stream. the pup was about to call out to her when she whipped around, almost frantic looking. what was going on?

“what are you doing out here, qiqi?” ziva cocked her head at her sister and padded over to her. “you should come back to the den where it’s nice and warm before mommy and daddy wake up and see us both gone. we shouldn’t worry them.” she turned back the way they’d come, looking back to qiturah to see if she would follow. “why’d you get up so early anyway? it’s barely even morning. and why’d you fall? you’re usually so surefooted.” a sharp intake of cold air had the tang of blood filling ziva’s nostrils and her blue’s instantly honed in on the small cut on her sister’s leg. she let out a tsk. “and a cut too? what’s up with you, qi?”


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