Hollowed Night Pack

In a world both familiar and unknown, a pup was born amongst a lively Lunar pack. Body basked in music and moonlight from the very moment he had come from creation in the great land of night and other, he was given the name Hollow; for the way his howl echoed almost soullessly, and yet astonishingly beautifully in their serenity toned domain. His fate etched itself into the neon cirrus that soon sprouted across him, the young Cnitharian had much to learn, and an overwhelming grief to know that the knowledge he sought would not be found in the joyous love of his birth-pack, or even in a beautiful song.
It was well known here; wolves shared the sky. The moon was not only a pathway between the Dreamland and the Waking World, but the lifeblood. When the ethereal satellite dared to show herself fully to the two planes, the awakened canines could walk into their world. For most, this was an awe-inspiring venture that always ended just too soon; a moment lost to time, and a lifetime lost to forsaken attempts to return. Though for one yearling planes walker, the glowing fields of lunar life were nothing short of a nightmare.
Her name was Snow, and in an inescapable terror, with unexplainable creatures leering at her with every turn, she was lost. Though her icy camouflage alleviated her burden in the strange land, with lunar dust and spores clinging to her pelt and illuminating her path to cross his. Destiny guided her paws, but a haunting howl was what carried her there. It wasn't love at first sight; it was merely a kind offer to help. Hollow was familiar with the traditions and the techniques of the planes walkers, his pack were avid tradesmen and wares dealers, always looking to trade for some new Awakened trophy to display, another symbol of seasons passed. There would be no harm in assisting the young she-wolf in returning home, surely.
The next few nights were long, and yet, gone too soon. The pair had filled the air around them with tales of grandeur, wantoned rejoices, and hope; desires of the future, the shared dream of starting anew, a purpose of leading lost wolves to know kindness and companionship amongst them.
Oh how exciting, to experience this great place for the first time again? Alongside that great white wolf, Hollow was like a puppy; as the nights passed the pawprints they pressed into the soil inched closer, leading those who looked to the pure, love story that came to be. Plotted in the stars long before their minds had materialized at all, the pairs encounter would be that of legend for generations. When it was time their journey together come to an end, the decision to cross into the Waking World that she called home was as simple as water flowing downstream.
Into the waking mountains, a visceral mirror of those he knew, Hollow and Snow stood at the frost-covered peak, howling long and loud into the darkest of nights. The sound of their voices was a plea to any who might need it, an extended paw; whisperings through the sterling summits of the eerie sound rang through the trees, guiding an exhausted and crumbling wolf to their respite. She was as black as the night she was enveloped in, an old and wise herbalist who never seemed to mind what she said. Knowing that she would be valuable to them, she offered her services and knowledge to them in exchange for the companionship they offered. The dark canine introduced herself as Onyx, named for the precious material she resembled. Her domineering personality struck Hollow, reminding him with every word and strong-willed opinion of his most beloved sibling, an older female from another litter of his parents'. Onyx was quickly welcomed into their pack, and for the first time, she truly felt loved.
The collection of wolves gathered quickly, their bonds growing stronger every passing day, all having been guided to them by that once devastating howl, now a melody to be celebrated. The pack of Hollowed Night was a shining beacon of hope for all those who might need, whether that be a moment of peace, or a lifetime, the pairbond extended their compassion with eager grace.
And then, without warning, that perfect pair's dreams shattered at their feet. Snow had become incredibly weak, losing more strength with every fleeting moment. Onyx, with all of her experience, had never seen such a fast-moving and devastating disease. She mixed every medicine she knew, and some that she didn't, in attempt to save their beloved alpha, Snow. No member of their pack left her side in those times, howling together desperately for the help that they had offered to so many others to be returned to them. It wasn't that their pleas fell on deaf ears, but rather that no herbalist could help. The disease had worsened rapidly, though Snow maintained her elegance and fortitude through her pain. She insisted that Hollow continue on without her, to continue assisting those lost, alone, and scared, and to warm their hearts as he did hers.
The midnight howling of the Hollowed Night Pack would be twinged with pain from the moment their Alpha ascended to another realm, though Hollow knew he would meet her there, reunited in guiding those stray souls through their last existence.

Lore by Jackalope (Jack)#49421