The stars shone brightly down in the spaces of the leafy branches as a wolf of such oddity left the glowing trees. It retreated to a dark cobblestone path in which old buildings blocked the moonlight. He was light on his clawed feet and looked straight ahead as if he had a destination. From above you could not see him for his countershading fur. His back was smoky black and below he was brown like dirt, however, his sides were white and the black collided in stripes going down to his belly. Smoke trailed in decorative coils off his legs and feet, somewhat like spikes for their solid color. Clearly if he wanted for you to find him from above, he’d look up and show his off-color eyes. Perhaps from the side he wanted to appear like a fierce tiger, capable of killing another wolf in one blow; wolves stay away from tigers. Maybe the coloring was just a symbol of his pack.
A light drizzle gripped the land as the wolf walked on, taking almost no notice until the light sprinkle turned into a savage downpour. His fur was dripping and ears were down as he trudged on. The streets began to get slippery and the wolf started to trip, yet kept going anyway. Eventually his tripping gait led him out of the enclosed path and into a barren field where shadowy silhouettes sat around a soft, blue fire.
“Caput, Rector, Praesul,” he dipped his head in respect as he sat around the other wolves.
“Ah, Imago, how are you?” a she-wolf dirty white fur and bright yellow highlighting her body spoke. She had large, powerful wings and looked like a strength wonder and struck fear into most hearts that dared meet her stony eyes. Imago gave her a wolfish smile and dipped his head once again to her.
“I am good, but troubled…disastrous times are coming...How are you, Praesul?” he asked the she-wolf after braving his admittance of the upcoming times.
“Lux Pack has been better, but we can and will defend our homes.” Praesul snapped, directing her tone mainly at the other two bystanders.
“Well then!” the other winged wolf huffed. “No other wolves could find our territory useful, yet alone reach It.” He said calmly as if just making a true statement, not bragging. His wings and fur were like a hawk's; a dusky brown making him look like a usual wolf.
“Caput, we can see that, well, If you ever moved the clouds.” The last wolf chuckled with amusement. He was very lean with not much muscle, his snout was straight and his ears tall making him look somewhat like a jackal in complexion. His fur was the color of the old cobblestone path Imago had walked so long on; a dirty, muddy shade of brown.
“So how are you faring?” He asked Caput. Imago just watched silently along with the other as Praesul and Caput bickered until he decided to speak up.
“AHEM. How are you faring?” Imago repeated the other wolf’s words.
“Fine.” Praesul and Caput said, returning to attention.
“We are very fine, Rector.” Praesul barked.
“Everybody is always so 'Fine'
But we are not.
Sometimes, we are hurt and bruised and nearly completely shattered.
And this, sir, is not what one calls fine.” (I got this quote from yogitheambrangyl’s signature; Author Unknown) Rector said in a smooth voice.
“"I recommend you to take care of the minutes, for hours will take care of themselves" Rector stood up and snapped at them. Both Caput and Praesul sat down and turned their attention to Imago and Rector.
“My friend, you speak the wisdom of the stars.” Imago bowed his head to the wise leader and then began his speech.
“I will give to you
My cunnings, My hearing
My eyes which to see
That they may lead you
As they have led me.
I give to you my strength
In your heart my voice
Hear me, I will help you
Make the right choice.
So that you don't tire while you
Find much food for your pack to eat
I give to you my stamina
My legs and my feet.
Should dangers linger in the air
Brave warrior you will always tell
For next I give to you
My keen sense of smell.
For your love of your pack
And the land that we are a part
It is as abiding as mine
So I give to you my heart.
Brave warrior accept me
And all that I give
For forever together
You and I will live.
Awake now brave warrior
And look to the ground
For there will be proof
Of what you've just found.” (~ Author Shelly Lapierre) Imago closed his eyes as three lights came out of his chest and into the other leader’s. Next his whole body glowed and he transferred it to Rector, Praesul, and Caput.
“When you find the wolves you trust, repeat these words. You won’t forget them.” Imago then stood up and vanished into fog, leaving the confused others to awake and leave this dream.
“I know which wolf it is.” All three of the leaders said at the same time.
“We’ll pass the message to the other packs.” Praesul said. The others nodded their heads and began to leave the clearing when Caput stopped Rector.
“I wish to seek council with one of your wolves.” Caput asked. Rector dipped his head in respect and farewell, signaling that he would send a wolf the next day. So all the wolves left leaving the field empty and the fire to extinguish itself.