Wolf

WOLF
The Storyteller of Cougarclaw's Spirits
The First of Trials

Cougarclaw's Spirits [Bred]
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5Y 1½M
The sun's - the moon's, maybe? Or, as the Spirits call it, vyiolef's - light died as the skies darkened, though only a shade. Wolf, one of the eldest members of the pack, sat, leaning against the walls of the Stream through Rocks, long tail curled over her flank and yellow eyes shining. She had welcomed her first and last litter only a few hours earlier and three of the five had frozen in the cold. The fourth had died of starvation, since the large pack had been struggling for quite some time with food. The fifth one, the sickly runt with a deformed leg, was the only one left, nursing as she wrapped her tail around it. A couple pups tumbled over each other, coming from the P/A den, desperate for stories. She softly woofed and caught their attention 'fore they awakened the sleeping pack and watched as the scurried over to her. +) Please! We want to hear the stories of the Immortals! (+ they squeaked. Wolf smiled softly at them.
:. Sit, sit, my dears, .: she purred quietly. :. Now, let's see. How about we start with the story of Earth...?
Long, long ago - seven-hundred thousand years ago - deep in the caverns of Claw and Fang, when the streams were oceans, Cougarclaw roamed the land, and Fury had the world upsidedown... .: