Deep, deep, in the Everfree Forest, a pack of timber wolves sniff the air. They know this smell well, it is that of the Encroachers. Those things, on a regular basis, went into timber wolf territory, to destroy them. They were evil. Pure evil. That's why the timber wolves tried to drive them out of their land, however, it never seemed to work. This encroacher smelt different though, of death, and milk. The timber wolves decided to investigate.

Just beyond some bushes, were two encroachers, stinking of death. The timber wolves poked them a few times, before asserting that they were dead. Then, they noticed something. Not too far off from the dead ones, lay a small bundle of something. This something was were the weird milk scent came from.

The alpha timber wolf took a step closer, remembering the false scents of the forest. He slowly turned over the bundle, and inside was a small green encroacher! Except unlike the other two, this one didn't stink at all of death, but rather, a faint, faint, scent of milk, and life.

The alpha jumped back and howled the warning howl. All the present timber wolves were suddenly afraid. When this howl was made by an alpha, it typically meant that something highly dangerous was near. Usually this was reserved for the other dangerous creatures of the forest, but in worse case scenarios, it meant that a double encroacher, or one with wings and a destruction horn was present.

One wolf though was confused. She was the timber wolf version of a biologist. Her name was Oak.

Oak had been studying the encroachers for a while, and knew that there were only five double encroachers. A sixth one didn't make any sense. She decided to take a closer look.

The alpha didn't bother to stop her, knowing that Oak had more power over him in these matters, but he still worried for her safety. She was, after all, a pack member, and one of his more valuable ones.

As Oak drew nearer to the small encroacher, she noticed a weird scent of milk. Must've still been nursing, poor thing, she matter how the other wolves thought of the encroachers, she couldn't help but feel pity for the little ones, remembering full well how it was like to be small, in a world of giants. She then decided that she had enough of thinking about her life, and went back to focusing on the young encroacher.

It was an odd green color, like it was covered in moss. Like alpha had warned, it was a double encroacher, except its horn was snapped and the wings looked like a meadow of grass, and less like encroacher wings. It also had weird moose like horns sprouting out of its head. Hm, certainly is an odd one. She looked over to the dead ones. This young one didn't resemble what Oak presumed to be its parents. Wonder where it came from.

Oak turned back to the pack. "Though you may detest my decision, I say let us bring this young encroacher to study it, and to use it for our benefit in our cause. It may prove useful in our never-ending war on the encroachers. So says Oak, the Encroacher studier", Oak said.

The other wolves stared at her in confusion. Mostly, out of the fact that Oak referred to herself in third person, but also her willingness to just study some encroacher, what was she hoping to accomplish by this?

Alpha spoke up, "Oak, I know that this is not your way. You do not study creatures. You accept strange beings into our packs. I have accepted this for a while, but an encroacher?! Do you know how dangerous these beings can be? Not only have they taken our homelands, but they have destroyed countless members of our pack. This encroacher is not to be trusted. Also, I did not give you permission to say what we should do with it! I didn't even allow you to check it! I refuse your suggestion."

"We can't leave a helpless creature to die! Do you not remember StrongHeart the Noble? He was not a wolf, but rather one of those ill-famed 'cows', yet during his time as Alpha, he led this tribe into one of its greatest ages in our history. Who says that this encroacher couldn't lead us the same way as well!?"

While the two timber wolves were arguing, the young encroacher let out a piercing wail.

"Do you not know that sound Alpha? Or are your ears full of brambles? This young creature wishes for milk. It is against our creed to starve a creature, except during a hunt", yelled out Oak.

A random wolf, whose name was probable something stupid, piped up "Who says we aren't hunting? Was that not what we were doing before? Where in our laws does it say that we can't eat an encroacher?"

This statement caused an uproar amongst the pack. About half the pack was against eating encroachers (for their own personal reasons), but the other side believed that encroachers were under them in the food chain.

"Silence!" Alpha roared. "There will be no such arguing in my pack! If Oak wants to take this thing into our pack, so be it. But she will no longer be allowed full pack benefits. She will still be allowed to hunt with the pack, but she may not eat with the pack, sleep with the pack, or talk to the pack. These rules don't apply to the thing, for it has done nothing wrong."

No one could argue with that, literally. The Alpha's word was final.

So, as everyone loped home, Oak picked up the little encroacher.

"You know, I hate calling you 'encroacher', I think I'll call you WildHeart". And with that, she went off, following the pack.

A message from the author: This is my first story. Please don't be too harsh on it. Also, if you think that this is worth going on with, PLEASE comment/review. I need it. Thanks.