Born beneath a moonless sky, Obscurance was the lone survivor of a brutal winter, raised by the echoes of a shattered pack. His mother, a fierce yet wounded hunter, taught him how to read the shadows, how to walk unseen, and how to listen to the whispers of the wind. When she passed, he wandered alone, a ghost in the forests, slipping between the territories of larger, stronger wolves who never even knew he was there.
For seasons, he lived as a phantom, never staying in one place for long. His pelt—a blend of silvered dusk and earthen tones—made him a creature of twilight, neither fully seen nor fully forgotten. He had no pack, no home, and no purpose beyond survival. But the stars, ever watchful, had other plans.
One fateful evening, hunger drove him too close to an unfamiliar hunting ground, where he caught the scent of something unusual—two wolves, their scents intertwined yet distinct, a balance of warmth and light. He followed the trail cautiously, until he saw them—Resplendence and Celestence, two sisters, their coats shimmering in the dim glow of twilight, one radiant as the sun's dying embers, the other as serene as the rising moon.
They had been watching him, he soon realized. He was the hunter, yet somehow, they had turned the chase upon him.
"Why do you walk alone?" Resplendence had asked, her golden eyes alight with curiosity and challenge.
"Because the shadows do not ask for loyalty," he answered.
Celestence tilted her head. "And yet, you followed our light."
Something in their presence unsettled him—not in fear, but in a way that made him feel seen, as if the weight of his solitude had been noticed for the first time. They were wanderers, much like him, but unlike him, they had a vision: to create a pack where all were bound not by blood, but by choice. A sanctuary for the lost, the strong, and the ones who did not belong elsewhere.
"You are the first to find us," Resplendence said. "That means you were meant to."
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