She stared at Sugar, eyes wide. At The Hunting Games, she’d be able to prove herself and show that she was more than a wolf from another valley or mountain or an omega. But, she shivered at the fact that she could show herself down. What if doing bad makes you an omega forever? Wouldn’t that just be a nightmare? She started to freak out; her hope at ever feeling happy would slip away if she ended up like that pup from the last Hunting Games.
“Don’t worry. Be confident. A bit of confidence will do you good.” Sugar smiled. Her red fur sparkled in the sunlight. Then, the small alpha was off to check on Dash, Just, and Heart. Can alphas read mines? She sure read mine. She asked in her thoughts. Madda waited in the shadows for the pack to get ready. Sugar called all the wolves for a pack meeting.
“Whether it’s for the annual Winter Hunt or the very special day of the Pup Hunting day where all the packs in the valley come together.
Us, WindPack tell the tale of the Guardian Wolves.” Howls erupted in the air. Sugar raised her tail for silence and began.
“Once there was a powerful wolf named, Shadow. He enslaved all the wolves throughout the land in his ruthless attempt for power.” She said, making her voice sound tragic. “But, then the siblings, Cloud and Junebell arrived. Junebell helped the wolves to a safe place while the battle of Cloud and Shadow shook the land. Cloud, though, broken and bruised had prevailed. Cloud started the Guardian Wolves to protect the wolves from further chaos. Junebell started the first real pack, creating a new order.”
“Shall we go?” asked Sugar when she finished.
“Now would be a good time.” Clance agreed. Madda got up to get into in the line of wolves leaving. But Clance stopped her. “Now, don’t go doing thing that’ll mess up my pups’ place in the standings, omega, or else..”
Sugar cried out to them. “Clance! Madda! Don’t hold us up.” Madda stiffly caught up with the pack, her shock was nearly unbearable. What was Clance up to? Fear chilled her bones. She caught Clance eyeing her many times on the way there. Once they arrived the betas and alphas went to a secret place to talk. An extremely white pup with strange gray marking whispered in her ear.
“I’m so nervous.”
She gulped; her sanity was on the line here. “M-m-me too.”
“I’ll be lucky if catch a bunny.”
“You’ll do just fine.”
“I could. But I’ve never hunted before.”
I stared at her in disbelief. “Well, but by now everywolf has hunted before, of course, right?”
“Not healer wolves.” She flicked her head towards her leaf earring. She was a healer wolf, a rare wolf born with a head of knowledge for herbs.
“I’m sure you’ll do alright.”
“You know, you’re not too bad.” She replied with a smile. “I’m Kiara.”
Then a large white- and –gray wolf leaped up onto a ledge and cried out, “GET HUNTING!” At his words all pups in the valley with their ages ranging from 5-6 moons raced into the fray. Wolves searched high and low for good prey, and for prey in general. She looked for something to hunt. Dash and Just looked around for rabbit burrows and Heart and a few DustPack pups looked around the deer dashing grounds. Then a bloodcurdling screech hit the air. It was Kiara! A large strong male elk had trapped her with his horns. She couldn’t kill him alone, nowolf could.