Moros

The wind howls, carrying with it the scent of salt and seaweed as the waves crash against the jagged rocks below. A lone figure stands atop the highest cliff, gazing out into the vast expanse of the ocean. It's a god like wolf named Moros, his topaz fur glowing softly in the moonlight. His ears perk up at the sound of approaching footsteps, and he turns to see a small figure hurrying toward him. It's an older male wolf, his fur a dark shade of red, his eyes a deep, piercing grey. He skids to a halt before Moros, panting heavily from the exertion of the climb. "I, um... I heard you were new here," he stutters, his tail wagging nervously. "I'm 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀. I just wanted to welcome you to the pack."
Moros studies him for a moment, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Thank you, 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀," he replies, his voice deep and calm. "I am Moros, and it is an honor to be a part of your pack."

He gestures for him to follow him, turning back toward the sea. "Your pack has been here for a long time, hasn't it?" he asks, his tail swaying gently. "You must know these lands better than anyone."𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 nods, swallowing hard as he takes in the majestic view before them. "Aye, we've been here since the beginning of time. My great-grandfather was the first alpha to lead us here, and now I lead my own pack." He pauses, looking over at Moros with a curious glint in his eye. "What about you, Moros? Where do you come from?"Moros hesitates for a moment, the wind rustling through his fur. "I came from the underworld," he says quietly. He looks out at the ocean once more, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "I was given a second chance at life, and I want to make the most of it. I wish to learn from your pack, 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀, and perhaps one day earn the right to lead them." 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 listens intently, his ears perked up. He's heard of the underworld, of course, but he's never met anyone who had actually come from there. "It's not an easy task," he warns him, his voice soft and understanding. "Our pack is strong, but we're also fiercely protective of our traditions. You'll have to prove yourself to each member, earn their trust and respect."

The wind picks up, sending a chill down his spine. He looks back at Moros, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "But if anyone can do it, I believe it's you," he says, his voice filled with conviction. "You have a strength about you, a presence that commands attention. I have a feeling that you'll be a great leader one day, whether it's here with us or elsewhere."Moros, turns his gaze back out to sea, taking a deep breath of the salty air. "Thank you, 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀," he replies, his voice steady and resolute. "Your words mean a great deal to me, and I will do my best to earn the respect and trust of your pack. I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to put in the work."
𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 studies him carefully, noting the determination in his eyes and the grace with which he carries himself. He nods, satisfied with his response. "Then I have no doubt that you'll succeed," he says with a small smile. "Our pack has faced many challenges over the years, but I truly believe that you have what it takes to lead us through whatever lies ahead."As they stand there, gazing out at the ocean together, 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 can't help but feel a sense of hope and renewal washing over him. Despite his initial reservations about Moros arrival, there's something about Moros that makes him believe in him. Perhaps it's the way he carries himself, as if he's been reborn into this new life and is determined to make the most of it.
The wind picks up, whipping through their fur and carrying the salty scent of the sea to their noses. Moros shifts his weight from one paw to the other, seemingly lost in thought. "I've never seen the ocean before," he confesses, "not since I was banished from the underworld." He looks over at 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀, his eyes meeting his. "It's beautiful, and terrifying all at once."
𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 nods understandingly. "It takes some wolves a while to adjust to life here. The ocean can be intimidating, especially for those who are used to the endless darkness of the underworld." He pauses, studying Moros carefully. "But you don't seem afraid, Moros. You carry yourself with a strength and confidence that I haven't seen in many wolves."The wind picks up, rustling through the grass and sending a shiver down Moros' spine. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the salty air and feeling its invigorating effects course through his veins. "I've never been one for the darkness," he says, his voice firm. "I've always preferred the light, even if it was just a flicker at the edge of my vision."

𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 watches him intently, noting the way he stands tall, his shoulders back and his head held high. There's a confidence in his stance that he hasn't seen in many wolves, let alone a newcomer to his pack. "It takes courage to leave the familiar behind, to step into the unknown," he says, his voice soft and thoughtful. "But from what I've seen so far, I believe you have what it takes to not only survive here, but to thrive."As they continue to gaze out at the ocean, Moros' eyes sparkle with determination. "I want to be a part of something greater than myself," he says, his voice firm. "I want to lead this pack, to help it grow and prosper, even if that means facing the darkness that lies within and without."
𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 listens intently, his ears perking up. He can see the sincerity in his expression, the fire in his eyes. This is no false bravado, no empty promise. Moros truly means what he says. And for a leader like him, that means everything.I believe you have what it takes to lead us," 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 says, his voice steady and strong. "The underworld has forged you into a wolf of great strength and resilience. But it's your heart, your courage, and your unwavering determination that truly set you apart."

The pair watches as a flock of seagulls flies overhead, their cries cutting through the air. Moros eyes follow their every move, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I will not disappoint you, 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀," he says, taking a step closer to him. "I will lead this pack with all of my heart, and I will make sure that we prosper in the light."𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 looks deep into Moros' eyes, searching for any hint of deceit or hidden agendas. But all he sees is a wolf who is truly dedicated to leading his pack, one who has faced the darkness and emerged stronger because of it. He nods slowly, his tail beginning to wag with renewed vigor. "Then I welcome you with open paws, Moros," he says, his voice steady and sure. "You have proven yourself worthy of leading beside me, and I have no doubt that together we will make this pack the greatest force on the island."
The pair stands side by side, gazing out at the ocean, their shoulders touching. 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀's fur feels rough and unkempt compared to Moros, but he doesn't mind. There's a sense of peace that comes from having someone as strong and capable as Moros at his side.

"The underworld has changed me," Moros says quietly, his eyes never leaving the horizon. "It's made me the wolf I am today. But it's also given me a new purpose. A chance to start anew, to be the leader I was always meant to be."𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 nods in agreement, his ears twitching at the wind. "You have indeed been through much, Moros. But it's that experience, that wisdom, that sets you apart. You've faced the darkness and emerged stronger for it. And that strength, that resilience, will serve you well as the leader of this pack."

The pair stands in silence for a moment, the sounds of the sea and the wind their only company. Then, as if on cue, a flock of seagulls takes flight from a nearby rock, their cries piercing the air. Moros watches them with interest, his eyes following their graceful movements through the sky.