Soaring Phoenix Pack

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How did you get here? Oh.. That's right, you seemed to have gotten separated from your hunting party. Shaking your pelt now as the heavy snowfalls were almost coating your y/c pelt with its icy grip. You almost swore you could smell other wolves nearby, but you couldn't tell. The snow did no good help to you, all it did was numb your senses while it almost numbed your paw pads as well. Suddenly you saw a flash of red blurr in the corner of your vision. "A fox, in this asthenosphere?" You ponder aloud, knowing a puny fox would do little to no harm to your stature. You were a wolf, a well known predator amongst other canines species. But almost as suddenly as you spoke these words, you were thrown to the side. The breath being knocked from your lungs as you tried to clear your vision. Finally your head and vision seems to clear, looking up into a pair of bright blue eyes and noticing the black wolf now holding you still on the snow covered mountain range. The wolf snarls as the fox walks over now, your eyes widen with realization that what was a fox was actually a wolf. The she-wolf narrows her eyes, as she snarled;

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"Who are you?"

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The Soaring Phoenix pack has decided to make their home amongst the snowy mountain biome of the wilderness where they keep secluded and to themselves amongst their territory. Here its harder to thrive and survive unlike most packs;prey tends to be more scarce as well as predators seem to prowl every corner. Pups are harder to keep alive, and their rules seem almost polar opposite of their harsh homeland. Their alpha's rule with a bad cop good cop type leadership and almost every wolf seems to have their input on what happens and what doesn't in the pack. Despite a warning filled greeting to newcomers that they don't know, the pack is well-kept and well-maintained. They treat every wolf here like family, that including new friendly faces.

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"Will you be our friend?"

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"Or our enemy?"

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