Allegiances:

Alpha Male: Sun That Sets on the Horizon (Sun)- reddish wolf with dark amber eyes

Alpha Female: Rabbit that races around the Meadow (Rabbit) - white she-wolf with unusual gray eyes

Beta Wolf (Second wolf in command, sort of like 'deputy'): - Hawk that soars in the Sky (Hawk) gray wolf with yellow eyes

Young Subordinates/Juveniles (Other male and female wolves [or apprentices]):

Berry that grows on the bush (Berry) - creamy she-wolf with green eyes

Eagle that rests on the Cliff (Cliff) - dark gray wolf

Blue Stream that runs through the mountains - (Stream) pretty light gray she-wolf

Scouts (Guards):

Grass that grows on the Hill (Grass) - muscular wolf with green eyes

Pebble that falls down the mountain - gray she-wolf with amber eyes

Care-taker: Morta - slender brown she-wolf with one blind eye

Omega Wolf: Wind that rushes East - (Wind) black and white wolf with green eyes

Pup-mothers:

Robin that chirps in the Morning - (Robin) red she-wolf (Gave birth to: Rush of the Silver River (Silver) -light gray-silver she-pup with color-changing eyes, Gem that sparkles in the Cave (Gem) - white she-pup with yellow eyes

Deer that grazes on the Grass - (Deer) a strange she-wolf with some spots on her tail (Gave birth to: Shadow that falls across the Woods (Shadow) - black wolf with yellow-green eyes, Fox that slinks through the Trees (Fox) - gray wolf with blue eyes

Prologue

Morta sighed as she sat in her area of the den. The other packmates snored softly, a murmur or growl escaping from their throats once in a while.

"Morta?" A deep voice called for the care-taker's name. Sun entered the crack in the wall, his nose twitching.

The half-blind she-wolf looked over to him with her good eye. "What is it Sun?" she sighed half-heartedly. Everything was half to Morta. Ever since that coward Takoa had clawed her face when the Great Battle reigned.

Sun looked at her, concern in his amber eyes. "What's bothering you Morta. I know your expressions," the Alpha growled.

Morta darted a glance at him. "I don't like to be ordered around by foolish leaders, you know that!" she snapped. After the outburst, she scuffled her paws on the ground. "Sorry...I...I just don't like to be known as a disabled creature. I'm so much more Sun. Why can't the pack treat me that way?" Her pleading eye was deafening.

"I don't know Morta, I don't know." Sun sat on his haunches, itching a flea that was biting the back of his ear.

Morta looked over her shoulder, starting to get up. "Well, if you don't have anything to say then I suppose-" Sun interrupted her, suddenly alert and ready to say something.

"I have something to ask you."

"What is it then?" the slender she-wolf barked, raising her muzzle.

Sun licked his jaws. "I've been having dreams. Special ones."

Morta tilted her head to one side. "More detail please?" she asked.

"Well, this old wolf was explaining to me a whole prophecy, and-"

Morta yelped in warning. "Dear Sky Dancers, slow down please!" The brown she-wolf rolled her eyes. "Just recite the prophecy."

Sun took a deep breath. "A wolf shall reign, higher than all other, but darkness will fall over the pack, and an evil soul will be sent to come back, the sun will be destroyed, along with his kin, the good shall be demolished, and bad shall come to win."

Yeah, the sun part was sort of obvious...-._- oh wellz.