The Black Loner

by CiemnyCien98

After Faolan had led his strange pack to the Distant Blue, winter had finally arrived. A treacherous blizzard is occurring in the Beyond and there lays only a she-pup. An owl (the Rogue Smith of the Western Kingdoms) finds her and takes her as his own. For months, both the pup and owl bonded together. Only there is something wrong in between the Beyond and Ga'hoole from the storm.

1. The Beginning

On the boisterous winds of winter, a black wolf pup was mewling for its mother. It was in the middle of nowhere and she didn't know where her pack went. The trees were screeching when the currents tried to pull them down. The little pup was struggling to get to safety in the trees, but the blizzard held her back.
In her short lifetime, the pup knew nothing of death and was in peril of being trapped in the snowy blanket.

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Meanwhile a Snowy owl, Lent was soaring up above the sky. He held a firm grip on his bucket with his talons. For a Rogue Smith, like himself, he was in search for coals. The Snowy was busier than a bumble bee, when it came to smithing. He looked upon him to peer at the Golden Talons. Lent was keen to only following the last star of the Golden Talons. When he was just an owlet, his mum taught him the technique that some Smiths find to the coals. One of Lent's favorite stories were of Liez of Kiel or Ezylryb. The whisker Screech Owl was a Black Smith, so Lent got the idea of being one.
While he was flying below the clouds, he heard a distant mewling. He searched and found a black speck in the blusterous white. At first, he thought it might be a coal, but as he flew closer it was not a coal. Lent exclaimed," What in the name of Glaux! What type of beast are you?"
But only came a sharp howl. The Snowy owl knew nothing of these animals. He tried to search for any stories of these creatures. "Ah, the story of Noryc." thought Lent," And the Ice march! Great Glaux , I found a wolf!"
Lent thought for a minute as he was flying low to the ground. The black little wolf, was trapped in the snow. It's nose was still sticking out, so it could breathe.
The Snowy owl spread his wings and brushed the snow off, until there was the wolf's head. The little wolf was cowering meekly and tried best to dunk its head. Lent gently murmured," Hush, little one. I might not be a wolf mum, but I will take care of you. You will need to come toward me."
The black wolf immediately obeyed the owl and dug its little paws through. Both wolf and owl managed to work together. The little wolf got out of the pile of snow.