Help! Im Stuck In a Pack With a Harem! (Multiple she-wolves needed! Jump In!)

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    Neralki and Necroa watched on before the former said: "I think you should head back to the pack before Morte gets all crazy again." Necroa walked outside the den and said: "Alright, I'll see ya again little bro." Soon, Necroa was trotting off back towards his pack as Neralki turned around and walked back in the den. "So is everyone alright?"

    Scarlet looked up from where she was tending to the unconscious storm. They'll live. She said. Storm can be really persistent and never sleeps because she says her pups haunt her dreams telling her to get revenge. She already single-handely killed the bear but it isn't enough for her or them. She said gesturing her head to the sleeping storm. She told me to tell you again that she is really sorry and had no right to attack necroa orcapture you. Scarlet said.


    Storm twitched her paw sleeping. She was in a forest a place quite recognizable to her. There he was necroa bounding off with honey. And then her anguish and sadness as she saw the bear kill the last of her pups. Then no relief after tracking down and killing the bear nearly killing herself her limp never healed but she was clever at disguising it. Finding her sisters, all who had been hurt by a he-wolf. Creating the pack. Everything that had lead up to this flashed through her dreams at last until she slept a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

    Anchor stared at Storm.
    "She's very dis-stressed about the situation, it seems. I can tell, because when looking at a possible opponent, their heart will tell you everything. But, I'm sure you aren't familiar with that--it's a very special gift given only to ones along the bloodline. She may be in a peaceful sleep; but being haunted by her pups will cause a deep depression about their passing." she said rather casually. For a moment that the sun shone on her pelt in the entrance, it seemed that a white diamond shape peeked through the dyes and whatnot in her fur. A birthmark.

    Scarlet looked at anchor with wonder in her eyes. Scarlet was once a lone wolf not related to the others. But could it be. Could anchor be related to her and her old pack? She had the intuitiveness and was that? Yes the birthmark! Anchor was a part! Scarlet let her guard down for a minute and flashed her own diamond just to her as a sign. They would talk later. Scarlet snapped out if her daze. No this hasn't happened before as anchor said her depression over her pups haunting her dreams combined with no sleep fighting off that bear fighting necroa and training every spare moment of her life has made her exhausted. She just couldn't handle it anymore. She's such a strong wolf and I'm proud to call her my leader. Most wolves would give way before she did. It was just too much. But she'll be alright.

    "Eh, a bit. I'll be fine, though." she said, still eyeing the mark on Scarlet's head. Her eyes flashed, narrowing and then widening again. She knew they'd have to talk. Her electric blue colored back glowed much like a star as she approached a nearby stream, exiting the den and wandering not to far from it. She lowered her head down to drink, seeing a hawk flying low in the grass. She eyed her prey, pouncing on it over the stream. It's talons raked her stitches, ripping them from her mouth. She whimpered, the talons raking them from her jaws. She felt free without them however. Once Anchor had killed the bird, she dragged it into the den. "Stupid bird." she barked.

    Once she saw anchor leave she knew. Excuse me ill leave you to talk with Sheena. She said getting up and trotting off in the direction of anchor.

    Neralki became slightly bored with the situation and walked outside the den to meditate. Let the senses refine with nature; become one with the world... He shut his eyes as a faint marking appeared on his shoulder. The marking took the form of the number 9 and glowed a faint green before Neralki opened his eyes. His eyes changed from his golden yellow to a dull grey. He looked at the world around him and noticed he could see the outline of all the wolves back at the den.

    "Go clean the blood from your mouth then come back." sheena ordered anchor. "you need to heal so don't continue to hurt yourself." sheena grabed some leaves and spider webs to put on anchor's muzzle.

    Yes I did. Scarlet said. Did you? Are you? Could you? She asked in fragments trying not to be heard.

    "I saw yours. I don't understand how we couldn't be kin, although my memory of it is vague. My whole litter had these markings, although they were either released, or murdered." she said. licking blood from her muzzle.

    Neralki got up from where he was and walked around; his eyes still shut, and yet he could still see the outlines of everything. He padded over to Anchor and Scarlet; his eyes still closed and said: "Hm? what happened?"