Pack of Waning Moon
On a nearly moonless night, alone and packless, Swift Runner was traversing the vaste lands. She had no one - no pack, no mate, nothing. She was simply and irrevocably alone.
Suddenly a bright light appeared and shot across the indigo sky, illuminating each faint star it touched. It crested higher and higher, a shining beacon in the night, before it reached it's peak and exploded in a flash of blinding white light. Sparks shimmered and danced as they fell to the Earth, dotting the forest below.
Swift Runner, in a daze-like trance, followed the shimmering lights, her paws moving her past the line of trees and under the cover of their leafy branches.
Suddenly a bright light appeared and shot across the indigo sky, illuminating each faint star it touched. It crested higher and higher, a shining beacon in the night, before it reached it's peak and exploded in a flash of blinding white light. Sparks shimmered and danced as they fell to the Earth, dotting the forest below.
Swift Runner, in a daze-like trance, followed the shimmering lights, her paws moving her past the line of trees and under the cover of their leafy branches.
On and on she walked. Her steps never slowing. Paws never aching. Time seemed irrelevant as the trees became taller and their branches long and inviting.
Before long she came across a group of large trees, each with a large trunk and exposed roots that revealed openings underneath. A perfect place for a pack.
As her trance-like state melted from her body, she felt a tug within her heart as if it were speaking one word.
Home.
And in the distance, a wolf howled.
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