....Chapter 1
A New Home
Fang padded through the forest with the rest of the pack behind him; the pups and their mothers, the elders, the guards, the hunters, and the apprentices. Fang turned to his most trusted friends, Brook, Fire and Flower. “We’re almost there, almost to our new home.” He told them. “Finally! We’ve been walking for hours.” Complained a bulky, grey wolf with orange eyes. “Fire, I would have walked twice as long to get here. Aren’t you even excited?” A small, white and tan she-wolf with gold eyes asked. “Of course I’m excited Brook! It’s just a long way from our old home, that’s all. Why did we have to leave anyway, Fang?” Fire asked the apparent leader.
“You’ve forgotten already?!?” Fang barked harshly. “The tallwalkers tore through our forest to build those raised blackpaths that the silvers drive on! How could you forget?” Fire shrank back under his leader’s gaze. Flower padded forward to stand beside Fang. “Don’t be so hard on him, Fang. It has been a long journey and we are all very tired. It’s possible that his weariness affected his brain, right?” a pretty reddish-brown she-wolf with yellow eyes said calmly. Fire nodded, still afraid of his leader’s wrath.
“You’re right Flower. Sorry Fire, I overreacted.” Fang said his tone full of regret. Flower nuzzled him, trying to comfort the large, brown wolf with greenish-silver eyes. They continued on until they reached a large clearing surrounded by sharp brambles. “Wow….” Brook breathed. “It’s perfect!” Fang barked, excitedly.
He turned and howled to the rest of the pack, “This is where we’ll be living from now on! Everywolf split into groups and search for the spots to make the dens!” As the crowd began to disperse, Fang looked around what would be their new camp. The camp was a large, grassy clearing that rests up against a mountain. His eyes rested on a high ledge with a hole in the side of the mountain. He leaped up to the top of the ledge and looked into the hole. It was cool and sandy; the walls were grey and rocky. At the corner was a raised rock with a dip in it. Fang seemed satisfied and leaped down. He scraped some moss from the side of a rock and picked it up in his mouth. Then he leaped back up to the ledge and set the moss down in the dip. He spread it out and lay down in it. It was very comfy and soon, he was napping.
He was awoken to somewolf nudging him in the side. He opened his eyes to see Brook prodding him with a paw. “Nice den.” she admired. Fang sat up and stretched his legs. “Thanks, want to have your den in here too? There’s some room in the corner.” he barked softly, flicking his short tail at the dry corner of the den. Brook’s eyes danced happily; she replied, “I’d like that, thank you.”
Fang nodded and padded outside, his fur brushing against hers. He stood at the edge of the ledge, looking out among his pack. All of the wolves sat down underneath the ledge. “I stand here upon this Highledge preparing to address my pack.” He barked. “This is our home now, I’m sure this place will be better than our last. I’d like 2 hunters and 2 guards to go out and explore the territory. Apprentices, you should go gather moss for the dens. Fire and Flower will stay here with Gram and Dash to guard the camp.”
He finished speaking and turned to Brook. “Is there room for everywolf?” he asked. Brook nodded; “We found a hunter and guard den as well as a nursery, elder’s den and apprentice den.” Fang nodded. “And everything is safe? No dogs or foxes?” he asked. “Yes, Fang. Now stop worrying.” Brook replied. As they continued chatting, they didn’t know that they were being watched.
“Look at them. Settling in so close to Pack of Running Foxes territory.” a red fox with a long black stripe along his back barked harshly. “I say, we drive them out!” a black fox said. “Crag, Thrash, don’t be so violent! I say that we go and talk to their leader.” a pretty white fox reasoned. Crag nodded; “Ok Stream, we’ll listen to your idea.” he decided. Thrash shrugged and followed as Crag and Stream padded into the clearing, dodging the brambles.
Fang leaped down to stand in front of the intruders; Brook followed. “What are you doing here?” Fang demanded. “I should be asking you that!” Crag barked. Stream stepped forward. “You aren’t from around here are you?” she asked calmly. “You have settled very close to Pack of Running Foxes camp.” Fang looked surprised; he dipped his head. “We’re sorry, we didn’t know; but we can’t leave.” Crag bristled, the fur on his shoulders rising.
“What?!?” Thrash blurted out. “Why can’t you leave?” Flower and Fire walked up to stand beside Fang, their pelts bristling. “Because we have been driven out of our home and have nowhere else to go! This place is perfect for us!” Crag shrugged. “There’s a hollow downstream.” he replied. Before Fang could reply, he added: “You can’t be so close to our home!” Brook stepped forward; “Why don’t we just try to live close for a few days? Then we’ll meet again at the pit we passed on our way here and decide about it. Alright?” she reasoned. Crag let the fur lie flat on his shoulders. “Fine.” he growled. “We’ll meet at the pit in a week.” Then he turned and stalked off with his friends behind him. Fang clawed at the ground. “He’s so arrogant!” he muttered. “Let’s all go to sleep.” Brook suggested. Fang sighed and nodded and they went to bed.
Chapter 2
Friends
Fang opened his eyes to see sunlight flooding in through the door of his den. Brook was sound asleep in her corner. It had been 2 days ago that they had met the Pack of Running Foxes and Fang was freaking out. What will we do if they force us out? He thought. What if the hollow is too small? What will we do then? No, we won’t leave. Never in a million leaf-bares! Fang shook himself and stood up. He padded outside of the cave and looked down at his pack. “We shall be called the Pack of Cunning Wolves.” He decided.
Then he howled down to his pack these words: “All wolves gather here beneath the highledge for a meeting!” As soon the pack gathered, he spoke again; “I have decided what we will be called; we are now called the Pack of Cunning Wolves!” The pack barked in acceptance. “Nice name.” came a voice from the back of the group, there were barks of surprise. At the back of the group, a black badger had snuck into the camp and was listening to the meeting. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” Fang demanded. “I am Midnight and I am here to warn you. Bloodshed is coming. You will not win your territory easily.” she said. Some of the wolves recoiled, other said she was lying and some were expressionless. “Silence!” Fang shouted. “Why do you come to us and not the foxes?” Midnight was calm even with the wolves on the brink of attacking her; bound only by their leader’s word. “Because I am a negotiator, I don’t pick sides; I only help them.” she replied.
Fang stared at her for a few heartbeats then relaxed. “Fine, thank you for your warning; but keep in mind that if you want to help us, help us fight!” he said. “You will be escorted out of the camp by Fire and Flower.” Midnight nodded and left with Fire and Flower. “The meeting is over!” he said and leaped down. He walked over to the pile of freshly-killed prey and picked up a squirrel in his jaws. He carried it back to his cave and shared it with Brook.
Once they were done, they went to their beds and slept. Fang awoke in a large, grassy field; the wind blowing over his fur, a bright blue sky, and birds flying through the air. He padded forward and found himself in a sandy pit. Fang happily rolled around in it; suddenly the bright sky darkened, the birds stopped singing, and the wind became cold and harsh. Fang looked around the clearing, blood and clumps of fur lay everywhere, sounds of howling wolves could be heard, bodies of injured and possibly dead wolves are scattered everywhere. A voice called out from behind Fang, it said: “Dog will fight dog, blood will be spilled, and death will rule the forest.” Then everything went black.
Crag padded through the forest, his ears pricked for the sounds of scuffling prey. Nothing, where is everything? I’ve been out since highsky and all I’ve seen is a skinny raven! He thought. Then he heard it, a scuffling noise underneath some brambles. He dropped low, ready to pounce. “I’m not a squirrel, Crag!” came an old, scratchy voice from behind the brambles. Crag stood up; “Who’s there?” he asked. An old, patchy white and black wild cat stepped through the thorns. “Don’t you remember me?” he asked. “Sorry, Crusher; I didn’t recognize your voice. What do you need?” Crag asked.
“Bloodshed is coming, you can’t avoid It.” he meowed. “Your territory won’t be that easy to keep.” Crag frowned. “I kind of figured you’d say that. You are a negotiator for a reason.” Crusher laughed. “That’s what I’m here for. Be safe, Crag!” he called over his shoulder as he disappeared back through the thorns. Crag padded back to his pack, to plan their attack strategy.
Chapter 3
Disagreements
Fang walked through the forest; he was patrolling the Pack of Cunning Wolves’ territory. Everything seemed normal so far so he kept walking. Soon he caught the scent of fox, Fang bristled. He followed the scent to the edge of his territory and standing right there was Crag, stalking a thrush. “Crag!” Fang growled. “What are you doing on my territory?!?” Crag looked at Fang with a confused look. “What do you mean? This is the fox’s territory.” he replied. Fang growled again; “No it isn’t! You are beyond your scent marker! You’re in Pack of Cunning Wolves’ territory!” Crag stopped hunting and faced Fang.
“Prove it!” he said. Fang grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him over to a tree. “Smell it! Does it smell foxy to you?!?” Fang barked angrily. Crag sniffed the tree. “Yes, yes it does.” he replied, smugly. “Why you!” Fang growled. He pounced onto Crag and pinned him to the ground. “What? What are you doing???” Crag demanded. “Aww, it’s so cute. The little foxy is too weak to care for himself.” Fang remarked. Crag spat and bit Fang’s front leg. Fang howled and they rolled around biting and scratching each other.
They stopped and faced each other, bleeding and growling. “We’ll settle this tomorrow, at the pit.” Crag barked and turned tail and went back to his home. “Good riddens!” Fang shouted after him; then he limped back to camp.
Fang emerged through the brambles and Brook ran up to him. “What happened to you?” she asked; she started caressing him with licks. “Crag.” he muttered. He padded to the doctor’s den and got himself fixed up. Later he came out, leaped up to the ledge and went to sleep, exhausted.
Chapter 4
Battle
Fang arrived at the pit with ten wolves behind him; this was their order from front to back: Fang, Brook, Flower, Fire, Lake, Gram, Dash, Bat, Squirrel, Tree, and River. They walked in a closely packed group toward the clearing. The foxes were already there with Crag, Stream and Thrash in the front with eight foxes behind them. Midnight and Crusher were there too, on the sidelines.
They met in the middle of the pit, face-to-face, wolf-to-fox. Crag barked a “Charge!” and Fang howled. Then they all rushed forward and the fighting began. Brook was battling Stream, Fang was in a tussle with Crag, and Gram clawed Thrash and many other battles.
Fang and Crag stopped to help their packmates, once Fang had helped them. Midnight walked up to him. “You know you don’t have to fight, right? You could just talk about it.” she said. Fang growled. “No we can’t!” he barked then raced back into battle. About ten minutes later, Crusher said the same to Crag. Crag replied in almost the same way; “No! I can’t talk with that piece of rabbitpoo! He probably wouldn’t understand a word I was saying!”
They had been battling for an hour now, Brook was bleeding, Gram and Fire were on the ground, Flower was hanging onto Crag and wouldn’t let go and Fang was working out a battle strategy. “Brook, you take a group and attack the left flank, Lake, you bring a group to attack the right flank, I’ll lead the front attack.” Fang ordered. Midnight walked up to them. “If that doesn’t work, you should try talking.” she suggested, gently.
“Fine, if this doesn’t work. I’ll try to talk.” Fang growled. “But it won’t work!” Midnight shrugged and walked away. Crusher told Crag the same thing once the red fox had thrown Flower off and into the grass. Crag muttered a reply that sounded like “Ok. I’ll try.” Crusher, seeming satisfied, walked toward Midnight and talked to her.
Fang led the attack on the foxes and it worked for a while but then they were overwhelmed. The foxes fell back and the wolves howled triumphantly; but then the foxes came back and hit hard. Tree, River and Dash were badly injured and on the ground along with some foxes. Fang looked at Midnight and she nodded. Fang sighed and walked over to Crag.
“Why don’t we talk about this in a better manner.” he growled lowly. Crag nodded and yelled for his foxes to stop fighting. Fang did the same and they walked to the sandy pit. They sat down and began discussing the matter. “You know we’ve been through a lot, Crag. We are a little close to your territory but I’m sure we can work something out.” Fang started.
Crag nodded. “We moved here only a pass ago. We just got our territories settled when you showed up.” he replied. Fang suggested: “Well, we might be able to…give up a little territory for you and extend farther to the back.” Crag’s eyes gleamed. “And we could give you some more territory to the East and West.” Fang beamed. “That would be great, so it’s settled?” Fang asked. Crag nodded. They put one of their paws onto the other one’s paw in a gesture of agreement.
“The dogs of the forest are at peace!” Fang and Crag howled in unison. The wolves and foxes who could still move cheered. Brook and Stream went to help the wounded and Fire and Thrash went to help them. Then they all helped each other bring their injured home.
Chapter 5
Outcome
Once they were at peace, everything went more smoothly. Sadly, Gram had passed on to the Pack of Eternity. On a brighter note, Brook was going to have pups along with Flower. They were very excited.
Fang woke up the next morning and smiled. The war was over and everything worked out great, he thought. He sat up and stretched; then he padded out onto the ledge. “Good morning Pack of Cunning Wolves.” he muttered. He saw Midnight at the entrance to the camp and he leaped down to talk to her. “Hey, I’m sorry for being so stubborn yesterday.” Midnight nodded. “It is just your personality.” she replied
Fang nodded and went to find Brook. He found her sitting by the food stock, warming her side. “How are you feeling?” he asked her, lying down next to her. “I’m fine. What about you?” Fang smiled. “I’m good.” he replied.
“Are you hungry? I could get some food for you?” he asked. Brook shook her head. “I’m right next to the food stock, I can get it myself. Don’t you have a meeting to go to with Crag?” Fang remembered. “Oh yeah, thanks!” he called and bounded away to make sure he wasn’t late.
Crag stood waiting by a tall tree for Fang. Soon he emerged from the bushes, carrying a rabbit. He set it on the ground and looked at the fox. “I brought something in case you’re hungry.”
Crag nodded his thanks. “So, I thought that you could take the stream to the East of our territory and the cliff to the West.” Crag suggested. Fang nodded. “That would be great; I thought that you could take the forest in front of the camp and we could take the area behind the large rock.” Fang said. Crag nodded this time. “Let’s go mark the borders.” he suggested. Then they went to take care of the borders.
Later they returned to their camps; Fang padded up to Brook. “It’s settled. I’ll take a patrol to familiarize our selves with the new borders tomorrow.” Fang said. He sighed and lay down beside his mate. “It’s all going to work out isn’t it?” Brook asked.
“Of course.” Fang replied confidently, he leaned over and licked her cheek. Brook smiled and they went to bed, very satisfied with there lives. Although they seem at peace now, it’s not over. It won’t be over for a long time because, lurking in the shadows hides a new enemy. One more powerful than any fox or wolf could ever be; but together, they will become strong.
Chapter 1
A New Home
Fang padded through the forest with the rest of the pack behind him; the pups and their mothers, the elders, the guards, the hunters, and the apprentices. Fang turned to his most trusted friends, Brook, Fire and Flower. “We’re almost there, almost to our new home.” He told them. “Finally! We’ve been walking for hours.” Complained a bulky, grey wolf with orange eyes. “Fire, I would have walked twice as long to get here. Aren’t you even excited?” A small, white and tan she-wolf with gold eyes asked. “Of course I’m excited Brook! It’s just a long way from our old home, that’s all. Why did we have to leave anyway, Fang?” Fire asked the apparent leader.
“You’ve forgotten already?!?” Fang barked harshly. “The tallwalkers tore through our forest to build those raised blackpaths that the silvers drive on! How could you forget?” Fire shrank back under his leader’s gaze. Flower padded forward to stand beside Fang. “Don’t be so hard on him, Fang. It has been a long journey and we are all very tired. It’s possible that his weariness affected his brain, right?” a pretty reddish-brown she-wolf with yellow eyes said calmly. Fire nodded, still afraid of his leader’s wrath.
“You’re right Flower. Sorry Fire, I overreacted.” Fang said his tone full of regret. Flower nuzzled him, trying to comfort the large, brown wolf with greenish-silver eyes. They continued on until they reached a large clearing surrounded by sharp brambles. “Wow….” Brook breathed. “It’s perfect!” Fang barked, excitedly.
He turned and howled to the rest of the pack, “This is where we’ll be living from now on! Everywolf split into groups and search for the spots to make the dens!” As the crowd began to disperse, Fang looked around what would be their new camp. The camp was a large, grassy clearing that rests up against a mountain. His eyes rested on a high ledge with a hole in the side of the mountain. He leaped up to the top of the ledge and looked into the hole. It was cool and sandy; the walls were grey and rocky. At the corner was a raised rock with a dip in it. Fang seemed satisfied and leaped down. He scraped some moss from the side of a rock and picked it up in his mouth. Then he leaped back up to the ledge and set the moss down in the dip. He spread it out and lay down in it. It was very comfy and soon, he was napping.
He was awoken to somewolf nudging him in the side. He opened his eyes to see Brook prodding him with a paw. “Nice den.” she admired. Fang sat up and stretched his legs. “Thanks, want to have your den in here too? There’s some room in the corner.” he barked softly, flicking his short tail at the dry corner of the den. Brook’s eyes danced happily; she replied, “I’d like that, thank you.”
Fang nodded and padded outside, his fur brushing against hers. He stood at the edge of the ledge, looking out among his pack. All of the wolves sat down underneath the ledge. “I stand here upon this Highledge preparing to address my pack.” He barked. “This is our home now, I’m sure this place will be better than our last. I’d like 2 hunters and 2 guards to go out and explore the territory. Apprentices, you should go gather moss for the dens. Fire and Flower will stay here with Gram and Dash to guard the camp.”
He finished speaking and turned to Brook. “Is there room for everywolf?” he asked. Brook nodded; “We found a hunter and guard den as well as a nursery, elder’s den and apprentice den.” Fang nodded. “And everything is safe? No dogs or foxes?” he asked. “Yes, Fang. Now stop worrying.” Brook replied. As they continued chatting, they didn’t know that they were being watched.
“Look at them. Settling in so close to Pack of Running Foxes territory.” a red fox with a long black stripe along his back barked harshly. “I say, we drive them out!” a black fox said. “Crag, Thrash, don’t be so violent! I say that we go and talk to their leader.” a pretty white fox reasoned. Crag nodded; “Ok Stream, we’ll listen to your idea.” he decided. Thrash shrugged and followed as Crag and Stream padded into the clearing, dodging the brambles.
Fang leaped down to stand in front of the intruders; Brook followed. “What are you doing here?” Fang demanded. “I should be asking you that!” Crag barked. Stream stepped forward. “You aren’t from around here are you?” she asked calmly. “You have settled very close to Pack of Running Foxes camp.” Fang looked surprised; he dipped his head. “We’re sorry, we didn’t know; but we can’t leave.” Crag bristled, the fur on his shoulders rising.
“What?!?” Thrash blurted out. “Why can’t you leave?” Flower and Fire walked up to stand beside Fang, their pelts bristling. “Because we have been driven out of our home and have nowhere else to go! This place is perfect for us!” Crag shrugged. “There’s a hollow downstream.” he replied. Before Fang could reply, he added: “You can’t be so close to our home!” Brook stepped forward; “Why don’t we just try to live close for a few days? Then we’ll meet again at the pit we passed on our way here and decide about it. Alright?” she reasoned. Crag let the fur lie flat on his shoulders. “Fine.” he growled. “We’ll meet at the pit in a week.” Then he turned and stalked off with his friends behind him. Fang clawed at the ground. “He’s so arrogant!” he muttered. “Let’s all go to sleep.” Brook suggested. Fang sighed and nodded and they went to bed.
Chapter 2
Friends
Fang opened his eyes to see sunlight flooding in through the door of his den. Brook was sound asleep in her corner. It had been 2 days ago that they had met the Pack of Running Foxes and Fang was freaking out. What will we do if they force us out? He thought. What if the hollow is too small? What will we do then? No, we won’t leave. Never in a million leaf-bares! Fang shook himself and stood up. He padded outside of the cave and looked down at his pack. “We shall be called the Pack of Cunning Wolves.” He decided.
Then he howled down to his pack these words: “All wolves gather here beneath the highledge for a meeting!” As soon the pack gathered, he spoke again; “I have decided what we will be called; we are now called the Pack of Cunning Wolves!” The pack barked in acceptance. “Nice name.” came a voice from the back of the group, there were barks of surprise. At the back of the group, a black badger had snuck into the camp and was listening to the meeting. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” Fang demanded. “I am Midnight and I am here to warn you. Bloodshed is coming. You will not win your territory easily.” she said. Some of the wolves recoiled, other said she was lying and some were expressionless. “Silence!” Fang shouted. “Why do you come to us and not the foxes?” Midnight was calm even with the wolves on the brink of attacking her; bound only by their leader’s word. “Because I am a negotiator, I don’t pick sides; I only help them.” she replied.
Fang stared at her for a few heartbeats then relaxed. “Fine, thank you for your warning; but keep in mind that if you want to help us, help us fight!” he said. “You will be escorted out of the camp by Fire and Flower.” Midnight nodded and left with Fire and Flower. “The meeting is over!” he said and leaped down. He walked over to the pile of freshly-killed prey and picked up a squirrel in his jaws. He carried it back to his cave and shared it with Brook.
Once they were done, they went to their beds and slept. Fang awoke in a large, grassy field; the wind blowing over his fur, a bright blue sky, and birds flying through the air. He padded forward and found himself in a sandy pit. Fang happily rolled around in it; suddenly the bright sky darkened, the birds stopped singing, and the wind became cold and harsh. Fang looked around the clearing, blood and clumps of fur lay everywhere, sounds of howling wolves could be heard, bodies of injured and possibly dead wolves are scattered everywhere. A voice called out from behind Fang, it said: “Dog will fight dog, blood will be spilled, and death will rule the forest.” Then everything went black.
Crag padded through the forest, his ears pricked for the sounds of scuffling prey. Nothing, where is everything? I’ve been out since highsky and all I’ve seen is a skinny raven! He thought. Then he heard it, a scuffling noise underneath some brambles. He dropped low, ready to pounce. “I’m not a squirrel, Crag!” came an old, scratchy voice from behind the brambles. Crag stood up; “Who’s there?” he asked. An old, patchy white and black wild cat stepped through the thorns. “Don’t you remember me?” he asked. “Sorry, Crusher; I didn’t recognize your voice. What do you need?” Crag asked.
“Bloodshed is coming, you can’t avoid It.” he meowed. “Your territory won’t be that easy to keep.” Crag frowned. “I kind of figured you’d say that. You are a negotiator for a reason.” Crusher laughed. “That’s what I’m here for. Be safe, Crag!” he called over his shoulder as he disappeared back through the thorns. Crag padded back to his pack, to plan their attack strategy.
Chapter 3
Disagreements
Fang walked through the forest; he was patrolling the Pack of Cunning Wolves’ territory. Everything seemed normal so far so he kept walking. Soon he caught the scent of fox, Fang bristled. He followed the scent to the edge of his territory and standing right there was Crag, stalking a thrush. “Crag!” Fang growled. “What are you doing on my territory?!?” Crag looked at Fang with a confused look. “What do you mean? This is the fox’s territory.” he replied. Fang growled again; “No it isn’t! You are beyond your scent marker! You’re in Pack of Cunning Wolves’ territory!” Crag stopped hunting and faced Fang.
“Prove it!” he said. Fang grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him over to a tree. “Smell it! Does it smell foxy to you?!?” Fang barked angrily. Crag sniffed the tree. “Yes, yes it does.” he replied, smugly. “Why you!” Fang growled. He pounced onto Crag and pinned him to the ground. “What? What are you doing???” Crag demanded. “Aww, it’s so cute. The little foxy is too weak to care for himself.” Fang remarked. Crag spat and bit Fang’s front leg. Fang howled and they rolled around biting and scratching each other.
They stopped and faced each other, bleeding and growling. “We’ll settle this tomorrow, at the pit.” Crag barked and turned tail and went back to his home. “Good riddens!” Fang shouted after him; then he limped back to camp.
Fang emerged through the brambles and Brook ran up to him. “What happened to you?” she asked; she started caressing him with licks. “Crag.” he muttered. He padded to the doctor’s den and got himself fixed up. Later he came out, leaped up to the ledge and went to sleep, exhausted.
Chapter 4
Battle
Fang arrived at the pit with ten wolves behind him; this was their order from front to back: Fang, Brook, Flower, Fire, Lake, Gram, Dash, Bat, Squirrel, Tree, and River. They walked in a closely packed group toward the clearing. The foxes were already there with Crag, Stream and Thrash in the front with eight foxes behind them. Midnight and Crusher were there too, on the sidelines.
They met in the middle of the pit, face-to-face, wolf-to-fox. Crag barked a “Charge!” and Fang howled. Then they all rushed forward and the fighting began. Brook was battling Stream, Fang was in a tussle with Crag, and Gram clawed Thrash and many other battles.
Fang and Crag stopped to help their packmates, once Fang had helped them. Midnight walked up to him. “You know you don’t have to fight, right? You could just talk about it.” she said. Fang growled. “No we can’t!” he barked then raced back into battle. About ten minutes later, Crusher said the same to Crag. Crag replied in almost the same way; “No! I can’t talk with that piece of rabbitpoo! He probably wouldn’t understand a word I was saying!”
They had been battling for an hour now, Brook was bleeding, Gram and Fire were on the ground, Flower was hanging onto Crag and wouldn’t let go and Fang was working out a battle strategy. “Brook, you take a group and attack the left flank, Lake, you bring a group to attack the right flank, I’ll lead the front attack.” Fang ordered. Midnight walked up to them. “If that doesn’t work, you should try talking.” she suggested, gently.
“Fine, if this doesn’t work. I’ll try to talk.” Fang growled. “But it won’t work!” Midnight shrugged and walked away. Crusher told Crag the same thing once the red fox had thrown Flower off and into the grass. Crag muttered a reply that sounded like “Ok. I’ll try.” Crusher, seeming satisfied, walked toward Midnight and talked to her.
Fang led the attack on the foxes and it worked for a while but then they were overwhelmed. The foxes fell back and the wolves howled triumphantly; but then the foxes came back and hit hard. Tree, River and Dash were badly injured and on the ground along with some foxes. Fang looked at Midnight and she nodded. Fang sighed and walked over to Crag.
“Why don’t we talk about this in a better manner.” he growled lowly. Crag nodded and yelled for his foxes to stop fighting. Fang did the same and they walked to the sandy pit. They sat down and began discussing the matter. “You know we’ve been through a lot, Crag. We are a little close to your territory but I’m sure we can work something out.” Fang started.
Crag nodded. “We moved here only a pass ago. We just got our territories settled when you showed up.” he replied. Fang suggested: “Well, we might be able to…give up a little territory for you and extend farther to the back.” Crag’s eyes gleamed. “And we could give you some more territory to the East and West.” Fang beamed. “That would be great, so it’s settled?” Fang asked. Crag nodded. They put one of their paws onto the other one’s paw in a gesture of agreement.
“The dogs of the forest are at peace!” Fang and Crag howled in unison. The wolves and foxes who could still move cheered. Brook and Stream went to help the wounded and Fire and Thrash went to help them. Then they all helped each other bring their injured home.
Chapter 5
Outcome
Once they were at peace, everything went more smoothly. Sadly, Gram had passed on to the Pack of Eternity. On a brighter note, Brook was going to have pups along with Flower. They were very excited.
Fang woke up the next morning and smiled. The war was over and everything worked out great, he thought. He sat up and stretched; then he padded out onto the ledge. “Good morning Pack of Cunning Wolves.” he muttered. He saw Midnight at the entrance to the camp and he leaped down to talk to her. “Hey, I’m sorry for being so stubborn yesterday.” Midnight nodded. “It is just your personality.” she replied
Fang nodded and went to find Brook. He found her sitting by the food stock, warming her side. “How are you feeling?” he asked her, lying down next to her. “I’m fine. What about you?” Fang smiled. “I’m good.” he replied.
“Are you hungry? I could get some food for you?” he asked. Brook shook her head. “I’m right next to the food stock, I can get it myself. Don’t you have a meeting to go to with Crag?” Fang remembered. “Oh yeah, thanks!” he called and bounded away to make sure he wasn’t late.
Crag stood waiting by a tall tree for Fang. Soon he emerged from the bushes, carrying a rabbit. He set it on the ground and looked at the fox. “I brought something in case you’re hungry.”
Crag nodded his thanks. “So, I thought that you could take the stream to the East of our territory and the cliff to the West.” Crag suggested. Fang nodded. “That would be great; I thought that you could take the forest in front of the camp and we could take the area behind the large rock.” Fang said. Crag nodded this time. “Let’s go mark the borders.” he suggested. Then they went to take care of the borders.
Later they returned to their camps; Fang padded up to Brook. “It’s settled. I’ll take a patrol to familiarize our selves with the new borders tomorrow.” Fang said. He sighed and lay down beside his mate. “It’s all going to work out isn’t it?” Brook asked.
“Of course.” Fang replied confidently, he leaned over and licked her cheek. Brook smiled and they went to bed, very satisfied with there lives. Although they seem at peace now, it’s not over. It won’t be over for a long time because, lurking in the shadows hides a new enemy. One more powerful than any fox or wolf could ever be; but together, they will become strong.
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Chapter 1
A New Home
Fang padded through the forest with the rest of the pack behind him; the pups and their mothers, the elders, the guards, the hunters, and the apprentices. Fang turned to his most trusted friends, Brook, Fire and Flower. “We’re almost there, almost to our new home.” He told them. “Finally! We’ve been walking for hours.” Complained a bulky, grey wolf with orange eyes. “Fire, I would have walked twice as long to get here. Aren’t you even excited?” A small, white and tan she-wolf with gold eyes asked. “Of course I’m excited Brook! It’s just a long way from our old home, that’s all. Why did we have to leave anyway, Fang?” Fire asked the apparent leader.
“You’ve forgotten already?!?” Fang barked harshly. “The tallwalkers tore through our forest to build those raised blackpaths that the silvers drive on! How could you forget?” Fire shrank back under his leader’s gaze. Flower padded forward to stand beside Fang. “Don’t be so hard on him, Fang. It has been a long journey and we are all very tired. It’s possible that his weariness affected his brain, right?” a pretty reddish-brown she-wolf with yellow eyes said calmly. Fire nodded, still afraid of his leader’s wrath.
“You’re right Flower. Sorry Fire, I overreacted.” Fang said his tone full of regret. Flower nuzzled him, trying to comfort the large, brown wolf with greenish-silver eyes. They continued on until they reached a large clearing surrounded by sharp brambles. “Wow….” Brook breathed. “It’s perfect!” Fang barked, excitedly.
He turned and howled to the rest of the pack, “This is where we’ll be living from now on! Everywolf split into groups and search for the spots to make the dens!” As the crowd began to disperse, Fang looked around what would be their new camp. The camp was a large, grassy clearing that rests up against a mountain. His eyes rested on a high ledge with a hole in the side of the mountain. He leaped up to the top of the ledge and looked into the hole. It was cool and sandy; the walls were grey and rocky. At the corner was a raised rock with a dip in it. Fang seemed satisfied and leaped down. He scraped some moss from the side of a rock and picked it up in his mouth. Then he leaped back up to the ledge and set the moss down in the dip. He spread it out and lay down in it. It was very comfy and soon, he was napping.
He was awoken to somewolf nudging him in the side. He opened his eyes to see Brook prodding him with a paw. “Nice den.” she admired. Fang sat up and stretched his legs. “Thanks, want to have your den in here too? There’s some room in the corner.” he barked softly, flicking his short tail at the dry corner of the den. Brook’s eyes danced happily; she replied, “I’d like that, thank you.”
Fang nodded and padded outside, his fur brushing against hers. He stood at the edge of the ledge, looking out among his pack. All of the wolves sat down underneath the ledge. “I stand here upon this Highledge preparing to address my pack.” He barked. “This is our home now, I’m sure this place will be better than our last. I’d like 2 hunters and 2 guards to go out and explore the territory. Apprentices, you should go gather moss for the dens. Fire and Flower will stay here with Gram and Dash to guard the camp.”
He finished speaking and turned to Brook. “Is there room for everywolf?” he asked. Brook nodded; “We found a hunter and guard den as well as a nursery, elder’s den and apprentice den.” Fang nodded. “And everything is safe? No dogs or foxes?” he asked. “Yes, Fang. Now stop worrying.” Brook replied. As they continued chatting, they didn’t know that they were being watched.
“Look at them. Settling in so close to Pack of Running Foxes territory.” a red fox with a long black stripe along his back barked harshly. “I say, we drive them out!” a black fox said. “Crag, Thrash, don’t be so violent! I say that we go and talk to their leader.” a pretty white fox reasoned. Crag nodded; “Ok Stream, we’ll listen to your idea.” he decided. Thrash shrugged and followed as Crag and Stream padded into the clearing, dodging the brambles.
Fang leaped down to stand in front of the intruders; Brook followed. “What are you doing here?” Fang demanded. “I should be asking you that!” Crag barked. Stream stepped forward. “You aren’t from around here are you?” she asked calmly. “You have settled very close to Pack of Running Foxes camp.” Fang looked surprised; he dipped his head. “We’re sorry, we didn’t know; but we can’t leave.” Crag bristled, the fur on his shoulders rising.
“What?!?” Thrash blurted out. “Why can’t you leave?” Flower and Fire walked up to stand beside Fang, their pelts bristling. “Because we have been driven out of our home and have nowhere else to go! This place is perfect for us!” Crag shrugged. “There’s a hollow downstream.” he replied. Before Fang could reply, he added: “You can’t be so close to our home!” Brook stepped forward; “Why don’t we just try to live close for a few days? Then we’ll meet again at the pit we passed on our way here and decide about it. Alright?” she reasoned. Crag let the fur lie flat on his shoulders. “Fine.” he growled. “We’ll meet at the pit in a week.” Then he turned and stalked off with his friends behind him. Fang clawed at the ground. “He’s so arrogant!” he muttered. “Let’s all go to sleep.” Brook suggested. Fang sighed and nodded and they went to bed.
Chapter 2
Friends
Fang opened his eyes to see sunlight flooding in through the door of his den. Brook was sound asleep in her corner. It had been 2 days ago that they had met the Pack of Running Foxes and Fang was freaking out. What will we do if they force us out? He thought. What if the hollow is too small? What will we do then? No, we won’t leave. Never in a million leaf-bares! Fang shook himself and stood up. He padded outside of the cave and looked down at his pack. “We shall be called the Pack of Cunning Wolves.” He decided.
Then he howled down to his pack these words: “All wolves gather here beneath the highledge for a meeting!” As soon the pack gathered, he spoke again; “I have decided what we will be called; we are now called the Pack of Cunning Wolves!” The pack barked in acceptance. “Nice name.” came a voice from the back of the group, there were barks of surprise. At the back of the group, a black badger had snuck into the camp and was listening to the meeting. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” Fang demanded. “I am Midnight and I am here to warn you. Bloodshed is coming. You will not win your territory easily.” she said. Some of the wolves recoiled, other said she was lying and some were expressionless. “Silence!” Fang shouted. “Why do you come to us and not the foxes?” Midnight was calm even with the wolves on the brink of attacking her; bound only by their leader’s word. “Because I am a negotiator, I don’t pick sides; I only help them.” she replied.
Fang stared at her for a few heartbeats then relaxed. “Fine, thank you for your warning; but keep in mind that if you want to help us, help us fight!” he said. “You will be escorted out of the camp by Fire and Flower.” Midnight nodded and left with Fire and Flower. “The meeting is over!” he said and leaped down. He walked over to the pile of freshly-killed prey and picked up a squirrel in his jaws. He carried it back to his cave and shared it with Brook.
Once they were done, they went to their beds and slept. Fang awoke in a large, grassy field; the wind blowing over his fur, a bright blue sky, and birds flying through the air. He padded forward and found himself in a sandy pit. Fang happily rolled around in it; suddenly the bright sky darkened, the birds stopped singing, and the wind became cold and harsh. Fang looked around the clearing, blood and clumps of fur lay everywhere, sounds of howling wolves could be heard, bodies of injured and possibly dead wolves are scattered everywhere. A voice called out from behind Fang, it said: “Dog will fight dog, blood will be spilled, and death will rule the forest.” Then everything went black.
Crag padded through the forest, his ears pricked for the sounds of scuffling prey. Nothing, where is everything? I’ve been out since highsky and all I’ve seen is a skinny raven! He thought. Then he heard it, a scuffling noise underneath some brambles. He dropped low, ready to pounce. “I’m not a squirrel, Crag!” came an old, scratchy voice from behind the brambles. Crag stood up; “Who’s there?” he asked. An old, patchy white and black wild cat stepped through the thorns. “Don’t you remember me?” he asked. “Sorry, Crusher; I didn’t recognize your voice. What do you need?” Crag asked.
“Bloodshed is coming, you can’t avoid It.” he meowed. “Your territory won’t be that easy to keep.” Crag frowned. “I kind of figured you’d say that. You are a negotiator for a reason.” Crusher laughed. “That’s what I’m here for. Be safe, Crag!” he called over his shoulder as he disappeared back through the thorns. Crag padded back to his pack, to plan their attack strategy.
Chapter 3
Disagreements
Fang walked through the forest; he was patrolling the Pack of Cunning Wolves’ territory. Everything seemed normal so far so he kept walking. Soon he caught the scent of fox, Fang bristled. He followed the scent to the edge of his territory and standing right there was Crag, stalking a thrush. “Crag!” Fang growled. “What are you doing on my territory?!?” Crag looked at Fang with a confused look. “What do you mean? This is the fox’s territory.” he replied. Fang growled again; “No it isn’t! You are beyond your scent marker! You’re in Pack of Cunning Wolves’ territory!” Crag stopped hunting and faced Fang.
“Prove it!” he said. Fang grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him over to a tree. “Smell it! Does it smell foxy to you?!?” Fang barked angrily. Crag sniffed the tree. “Yes, yes it does.” he replied, smugly. “Why you!” Fang growled. He pounced onto Crag and pinned him to the ground. “What? What are you doing???” Crag demanded. “Aww, it’s so cute. The little foxy is too weak to care for himself.” Fang remarked. Crag spat and bit Fang’s front leg. Fang howled and they rolled around biting and scratching each other.
They stopped and faced each other, bleeding and growling. “We’ll settle this tomorrow, at the pit.” Crag barked and turned tail and went back to his home. “Good riddens!” Fang shouted after him; then he limped back to camp.
Fang emerged through the brambles and Brook ran up to him. “What happened to you?” she asked; she started caressing him with licks. “Crag.” he muttered. He padded to the doctor’s den and got himself fixed up. Later he came out, leaped up to the ledge and went to sleep, exhausted.
Chapter 4
Battle
Fang arrived at the pit with ten wolves behind him; this was their order from front to back: Fang, Brook, Flower, Fire, Lake, Gram, Dash, Bat, Squirrel, Tree, and River. They walked in a closely packed group toward the clearing. The foxes were already there with Crag, Stream and Thrash in the front with eight foxes behind them. Midnight and Crusher were there too, on the sidelines.
They met in the middle of the pit, face-to-face, wolf-to-fox. Crag barked a “Charge!” and Fang howled. Then they all rushed forward and the fighting began. Brook was battling Stream, Fang was in a tussle with Crag, and Gram clawed Thrash and many other battles.
Fang and Crag stopped to help their packmates, once Fang had helped them. Midnight walked up to him. “You know you don’t have to fight, right? You could just talk about it.” she said. Fang growled. “No we can’t!” he barked then raced back into battle. About ten minutes later, Crusher said the same to Crag. Crag replied in almost the same way; “No! I can’t talk with that piece of rabbitpoo! He probably wouldn’t understand a word I was saying!”
They had been battling for an hour now, Brook was bleeding, Gram and Fire were on the ground, Flower was hanging onto Crag and wouldn’t let go and Fang was working out a battle strategy. “Brook, you take a group and attack the left flank, Lake, you bring a group to attack the right flank, I’ll lead the front attack.” Fang ordered. Midnight walked up to them. “If that doesn’t work, you should try talking.” she suggested, gently.
“Fine, if this doesn’t work. I’ll try to talk.” Fang growled. “But it won’t work!” Midnight shrugged and walked away. Crusher told Crag the same thing once the red fox had thrown Flower off and into the grass. Crag muttered a reply that sounded like “Ok. I’ll try.” Crusher, seeming satisfied, walked toward Midnight and talked to her.
Fang led the attack on the foxes and it worked for a while but then they were overwhelmed. The foxes fell back and the wolves howled triumphantly; but then the foxes came back and hit hard. Tree, River and Dash were badly injured and on the ground along with some foxes. Fang looked at Midnight and she nodded. Fang sighed and walked over to Crag.
“Why don’t we talk about this in a better manner.” he growled lowly. Crag nodded and yelled for his foxes to stop fighting. Fang did the same and they walked to the sandy pit. They sat down and began discussing the matter. “You know we’ve been through a lot, Crag. We are a little close to your territory but I’m sure we can work something out.” Fang started.
Crag nodded. “We moved here only a pass ago. We just got our territories settled when you showed up.” he replied. Fang suggested: “Well, we might be able to…give up a little territory for you and extend farther to the back.” Crag’s eyes gleamed. “And we could give you some more territory to the East and West.” Fang beamed. “That would be great, so it’s settled?” Fang asked. Crag nodded. They put one of their paws onto the other one’s paw in a gesture of agreement.
“The dogs of the forest are at peace!” Fang and Crag howled in unison. The wolves and foxes who could still move cheered. Brook and Stream went to help the wounded and Fire and Thrash went to help them. Then they all helped each other bring their injured home.
Chapter 5
Outcome
Once they were at peace, everything went more smoothly. Sadly, Gram had passed on to the Pack of Eternity. On a brighter note, Brook was going to have pups along with Flower. They were very excited.
Fang woke up the next morning and smiled. The war was over and everything worked out great, he thought. He sat up and stretched; then he padded out onto the ledge. “Good morning Pack of Cunning Wolves.” he muttered. He saw Midnight at the entrance to the camp and he leaped down to talk to her. “Hey, I’m sorry for being so stubborn yesterday.” Midnight nodded. “It is just your personality.” she replied
Fang nodded and went to find Brook. He found her sitting by the food stock, warming her side. “How are you feeling?” he asked her, lying down next to her. “I’m fine. What about you?” Fang smiled. “I’m good.” he replied.
“Are you hungry? I could get some food for you?” he asked. Brook shook her head. “I’m right next to the food stock, I can get it myself. Don’t you have a meeting to go to with Crag?” Fang remembered. “Oh yeah, thanks!” he called and bounded away to make sure he wasn’t late.
Crag stood waiting by a tall tree for Fang. Soon he emerged from the bushes, carrying a rabbit. He set it on the ground and looked at the fox. “I brought something in case you’re hungry.”
Crag nodded his thanks. “So, I thought that you could take the stream to the East of our territory and the cliff to the West.” Crag suggested. Fang nodded. “That would be great; I thought that you could take the forest in front of the camp and we could take the area behind the large rock.” Fang said. Crag nodded this time. “Let’s go mark the borders.” he suggested. Then they went to take care of the borders.
Later they returned to their camps; Fang padded up to Brook. “It’s settled. I’ll take a patrol to familiarize our selves with the new borders tomorrow.” Fang said. He sighed and lay down beside his mate. “It’s all going to work out isn’t it?” Brook asked.
“Of course.” Fang replied confidently, he leaned over and licked her cheek. Brook smiled and they went to bed, very satisfied with there lives. Although they seem at peace now, it’s not over. It won’t be over for a long time because, lurking in the shadows hides a new enemy. One more powerful than any fox or wolf could ever be; but together, they will become strong.
It's my story ^^
It's my story ^^
