Blackstorm

Blackpup howls, searching for her family, even though deep inside she knows they are gone. Suddenly a branch snaps. Blackpup whirls around with a snarl, only to find a white pup a little bigger than her, eyes sparkling bright with curiosity and shadowed by pain." I'm Snowpup, what's your name?" Snowpup introduces, caution thrown in the wind. Blackpup hesitates and and replies, "It's Blackpup. Have you seen a large, grey, female wolf pass through here?"

"I'm sorry I haven't." Snowpup whines with a mournful gaze. Blackpup lowers her head in turn, ears pressed against her head. "That's okay.. But where's your family?" Snowpup can't hide it when her whole body droops with grief. "My mother shielded me from snowstorm, but she couldn't keep herself warm. When my father and my brothers came back…" Snowpup's voice cracked, but she forced herself to keep going, "My father lost hope. He still looked for food, for us. A bear got him. My brothers fought with him and scared it off. They bled out next to him." Snowpup stifles a sob.

Blackpup feels a pang of sympathy and grief, unconsciously sharing her story to distract the poor white pup. "My mother said to wait here, but it's been a day and she hasn't come back." Snowpup's eyes hardened with determination. "We will stick together Blackpup, forever and always." (With help from zebree)