Cotton

Cotton fell on the ground, the wound on her neck gushing with blood. She wanted to howl for help, but it will only make her injury worse. Even if she could, no one would come. Her pack mates attacked her for falling for a wolfdog leaving her in the state she's in, and as for the wolfdog, Dakota, she's probably hiding from her pack.

"Dakota," She whimpered, "I'm sorry."

As she was about to close her eyes,a pale blue lights approached her.

"It's not your time pup." Cotton slowly looked up, infront of her was a blue she-wolf emitting a blue light. The brown wolf choked.

"It's not?"

"Well, not if do me a favor."

"Anything." Cotton coughed.

"Create a pack in my name, and not only will I heal you, but your pack will be blessed by the moon for generations."

Cotton coughed, blood covering her mouth. She looked up at the wolf's blue eyes. "Yes... I'll do it."

The blue wolf smiled, she placed a paw on her wound, making Cotton winched, tightly closing her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she realized the pain in her neck was gone. She looked at the scar on her neck, the at the wolf, who was walking away. Cotton stood up.

"W-wait!" She barked, "What is your name?"

The blue wolf stopped in her tracks, she looked back at Cotton and smiled.

"Måneskinn."