Timber Pack…
"…It was cold. Freezing to be exact. The snow was turning to ice and the night made it no better. The sky was as black as ever, and the moon was a bright nocturnal sun. I lay there on the ice packed snow, tinted red with my blood on it, and I'm just recalling my life as I know it… "
The den was warm that spring morning. It was a perfect morning for her to give birth to her pups. As she lay on her side to begin the birth process, her mate came in. Her mate, a black wolf, was just coming in to see the pups. One by one the pups were born, and each was given a name as they suckled milk from their mothers' belly. There were five puppies; two were white, one black, one tannish-brown, and the last was a silver-gray. The first white one was a male, and was named Sleet. The second white was a female named Hail. The third was a black male named Dusk. The fourth was a tannish-brown female named Terra. The last pup was a silver-gray male named Dawn. Their proud father looked down upon them and sighed with pride. This was their second litter and it was successful yet again. He proceeds outside the den, being met by the other pack members. This male is the alpha male of the wolf pack, and his mate the alpha female. Four anxious wolves come to greet him touching their noses under his in a gesture of respect. There were two females: one was a dark gray and the other was dark brown, and two males: which one was jet black and the other was white with black tips. Dark, a jet black male, was the first to speak: "Was the birth a success, Antari?" The alpha male nodded. Winter, the white male with black tips tried to look into the den, but Antari stepped in front. "No. Nova needs her rest. She'll be out later when she feels ready." "Yes Antari…" Winter bowed with respect and stood back. "How many are there?" asked Mist, the dark gray female. Antari looked back into the den to count. "Five," he said after a moment. "Oh Mist, isn't this wonderful?" asked Autumn, the dark brown female. "Yeah! I'd love to see the pups. But we have to wait until we can go see them." Dark, the second-in-command jet black male, asked Antari when they'd go out to hunt. "When the time comes, you'll know." Antari was always the wisest of the pack. 'Then again…' Dark thought, '…we were all chosen for this pack for a reason.' This was true. When Antari and Nova started to make their pack, they were very cautious of the members they'd choose. They followed and watched specific wolves intently on how they behaved towards others and how they hunted. Each one of them had special qualities; Mist, for instance, is able to disappear and reappear when she has to. Autumn is the best swimmer they could find; Winter is the packs' "ears" by being able to hear for miles. Dark is able to shadow and stalk. Antari is the leader and the hunter. And Nova is their driven determination to keep going when things get tough. Now, with new pups, who knows what they will get. "All in due time…" whispered Dark.
End of first chapter...