Bodark's Story

"Well, I know how to heal wounds and heal people of their illnesses."
Stensol said hanging his head low. Snow drifted from the sky and onto his back like parachuters falling onto a blackened lake. This was the first time someone from the pack actually paid attention and listened to him.
"Oh, my name is Stensol."

Nessty made a little sqeul of delight when she heard the Sohara was the new leader. Although she was still devastated about the loss of Mordus. He had treated her so kindly. She looked around the room to the others, The other pups were grouped into little gangs of them, Nessty only had a coupe friends. She saw Anestia, she loved her, they plays together a lot and she taught it was the best fun ever. Bodark was slowly shuffling towards a group of adult female wolves, typical of him. Stensol was sat at the furthest end, the newcomer, maybe he was a fun guy as well. She saw Moya and Markov, or M+M as her friends called them. She thought about Sohara's question, she did have friends, lots, but there weren't really any pups that were her best friend. The funeral went on, slowly and solemnly.

Tarkas stood in his den, while the others were mourning. He got his gear together, ammo for his rifle, a sharp knife, the rifle, an extra winter coat he had been storing. He was dressing up for war. Mordus wouldnt want wolves to mourn him, he'd want us to get revenge on the bastards who killed him, and thats exactly what tarkas was going to do.

Anestia started on his back as he carried her to the funeral. She didn't want to go but she felt like she needed to it was important. When he set her down she stayed there a distance away from the pack and let out a cry. It was a silent one so no one would notice her. She started begins everyone whimpering and crying. The alpha was the only one who knew her story and he was someone she could talk to. She got up and moved next to Moya. She didn't know why but she wanted comfort. More than anything she wanted it from Sohara but she couldn't. Her was the temporary alpha and she couldn't do a thing about it. She laid next to moya slightly nuzzling onto her as she cried. She didn't say anything nor did she want to, but she looked at Sohara and shuddered. She would never let an alpha into her life not again.

The funeral was over. The body was buried. The tears have stopped.

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Moya

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"What are we going to do now?" She asked Markov. "Are we just going to forget and keep hiding they are getting closer. And soon they will know where we are."

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Sohara

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His ears perk at Moya's question. He walks to their direction. "I don't know what to do. I need help form you guys. I can't do it alone. I need friends like you Anestia?" He said between coughs. "Please. I really need to know what the rest of the pack thinks I will not go against their word."

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Bodark

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"Well damn. I thought I would be next. after all I do have the carms." He spots Sestol over near the edge. walking slowly to him. he asks. "Wanna do somthing to help the pack?"

Stestol walked to Bodark's den;
"I'm ready to do something!" He half asked, half stated. He didn't expect Bodark to listen, the sun was barely high enough to illuminate his den.

Anestia looks at them and whimpers. "BOTH OF YOU STAY AWAY!" She trembles in fear. "Please leave me alone..." She says quietly. Rnea looks at them both. "First of all you mister over there I don't know ya! So why are you here?"

Anestia jumped back once Sohara had jumped right infront of her. Just at that moment another wave of heat hit her hard, causing her to lay back on the ground. She let out a whimper as the scene unfolded in front of her. She felt the pain going through body. She looked t Sohara in fear. "I-I-I don't know.. Accept it.." She let out another whine. By now her heat was getting so strong both males where basically breathing it in.

Anestia continues to whimper. "Yes....but...I need to cool down.." She says before running off to Moya. She goes to the girl whimpering. "It hurts..It hurts a lot... I really need it.." She says softly