In another world, peace reigned. The circle of life was undisturbed. Squirrels were chattering in the trees, scurrying from tree branch to tree branch. Rabbits hopped out of their holes and nibbled on the moist grass. Fish rode the rushing currents of the rivers. Herd of deer pulled at chunks of grass. Wolves basked in the sun, relaxing in the morning light. Then, they came.
Their monstrous metal beasts invaded the lands. The animals fleed in fright. They ran from their homes to get away from them. No squirrels chattered. No rabbits came out. No river was there for the fish to swim in. No deer ate the grass. They all fled. All animals except one. The wolves.
They weren't going to let some invaders take their homes without a fight. They retreated to their den and patiently waited. The wolves were trying to figure out what they were. Many questions ran through their heads. Who were these invaders? What were they? Why are they here? They tried to find these answers by sending wolves into their territory.
Very few wolves returned. They were injured with rips at their fur. Scars stretched far across their bodies. Blood covered them. They limped their way back and went straight to the Elders.
The Elders were a group of wise wolves would make the major decision of the pack. The youngest of the Elders was a female with a blue gray coat and silver markings lining her shoulders and legs down. Her eyes were a bright blue ocean color. She was very kind and cared about all wolves. The next was a male with a glistening golden color and brown legs and tipped ears, and his eyes were an orange flame. He was a bit taller than the youngest by a few inches and is stubborn and annoying but can make a strong point. The third wolf was a female with a blood red coat with golden markings going down her back from her head to her tail, and her eyes were a rich golden honey. She was wise and caring but can hold a intimidating stare. However, the oldest was the wisest of all the wolves. His fur was silvery-white and his ears and paws were a pitch black and also the tip of his tail, and his eyes were gray. He would watch over the entire pack and make sure noone gets hurt and makes the major decision.
The wolf brave enough had a rip in his ears and blood dripping off of him. He limped his way towards the Elders. He managed to get into a sitting position and lift his head to look at them.
"Lady Ocean Mist," his voice cracked. The blue wolf cocked her head towards him.
"Yes, what is it?" she gently asked. Her eyes widen. "Oh, no! You're hurt! You should lay down." She jumped off the ledge and beckoned other wolves to help her. Two males came towards her and helped the injured wolf to an area to rest. He plopped onto the ground exhausted.
"What happened?" Ocean Mist asked concernly.
"Our team scouted the area as you demanded, Lady Ocean Mist. However, there have been many troubles. They have these roaring beasts that injured few and killed most of us. They didn't even stop. Then, the invaders had these sticks with something that looks like a spider's web. They also had the black firesticks. There were loud sounds that exploded out of nowhere . Then, some of our wolves fell in front of us. They didn't get back up. They were asleep. Then, they had these sticks with a loop connected to them. It was then wrapped around one of our wolves' neck. We tried to fight back, but we were hit or tackled to the ground. Our mission was a failure, Elders."
"How horrible!" Ocean Mist gasped.
"Those demons!" growled out Desert Runner with the hair on his neck sticking up. "They should die for what those monsters did. They should suffer the consequences!"
"Desert Runner, hold your tongue!" scolded Fire Breather.
"You should care about them," Desert Runner retorted. He began to bare his teeth with his fur spiked up, his ears pricked forward, and his tail high in the air.
Fire Breather began to stand her ground. Her eyes flickered a bit of red as she glared at Desert Runner. Desert Runner's eyes began to flicker a bit of red also. He was about to pounce her until a voice broke the tension.
"Stand down," Silver Ghost calmly said. Desert Runner's fur began to soften down. His tail silently lowered to the ground. His ears circulated and flatten to the back of his head. Fire Breath began to lower herself into a sitting position. Her eyes receded to the ground.
"What do you think of it, Silver Ghost?" Ocean Mist spoke out.
They all turned to look at Silver Ghost. He breathed in deeply. His eyes closed, and he let out a sigh. He raised his head and opened his eyes. His gaze was focused on all of them. His intense stare made them hold their breath. Silver Ghost cleared his throat.
"I' believe that what Desert Runner have said is true, but we must plan strategically," he spoke.
"Can't there be any other way? Like a negotiation or a peace treaty?" Ocean Mist reasoned.
"Ocean Mist," Silver Ghost began, "There is no reasoning with these invaders. They have killed our family and injured few. We can't understand what they say, and nether can we. What is their good to reasoning if neither of us can understand one another?"
"Maybe, there can be another way," She responded.
"Another way? That's preposterous!" Fire Breather laughed. Ocean Mist's ear flattened against her head, and her tail curled between her legs. A frown lingered on her face with embarrassment bright as the full moon. Fire Breather stoppped and looked at Ocean Mist.
"I didn't mean to upset you," apologized Fire Breather, "But there is no other option that we can use to resolve this matter."
"Maybe there is," started Silver Ghost.
"What other option is there than to kill them as they have killed our comrades?" snapped Desert Runner.
"This decision may be risky, but it is the only way," stated Silver Ghost. "But maybe we can send one our young wolves to fit into their pack and discover their plans and maybe. Just maybe we can discover their weak spots and hit them."
"That's dangerous!" shrieked Ocean Mist.
"That's brilliant!" agreed Fire Breather.
"That's awesome!" shouted Desert Runner.
The three Elders had agreed on the terms, but the youngest is still cautious. Ocean Mist was very respectful of the other Elders' decision but was scared of it. She didn't want anyone else to get killed or hurt like the others. She got up and carefully walked up to them.
"Silver Ghost," she started. Silver Ghost cocked his head towards her.
"What is it, Ocean Mist?" he asked concern lining his voice.
"What if they get hurt?" she asked.
"They won't get hurt. They will be entirely prepared for this mission," he said with a stoic mask.
"What if they don't return? They may be killed those monstrous beasts or rival wolf packs?" Ocean Mist franticly replied.
"Ocean Mist," Silver Ghost began, "I know you care for many of our people and others. They won't be hurt. If they do not return within one moon cycle, we will send our best wolves to retrieve them. I promise."
Ocean Mist's spirit was lifted, but a bit of concern hung on her conscious. She hoped that the pup would be okay when they return from their perilous journey into the unknown world which lies before the forest.