Mac Tire is a planet with four different regions that live within a few miles of each other peacefully. In each land Mac Tires, half wolf and human people, thrive with many achievements. They are medics and hunters. Some are even born with the force with in them and are trained to be protects of their home called 'Guardians.'
But what happens with this world is put into peril?
On a sweltering summer day in the Field region of Mac Tire, a group of young Guardians are making a count in a storage shed. They feel as if they're melting but continue with their work.
"How is it going lads?" A black furred and curly haired man comes over to them.
"We have enough herbs and drinking water is secure Lord Mycolic." A white furred male gives a small head bow.
"Fruit is decent and hunting game should be fine." A brown haired male adds with a small head nod.
"But?" Mr. Mycolic's ears droop worry in his maroon eyes.
"But was have little wheat and vegetables. And we're not sure how long the water will last even with rationing." The last and orange eyed guy explains his gray furred ears down reporting to the Head Guardian.
Mr. Mycolic can see the fear rising in his men. This caused his heart to ache. Too see this meant moral will be low. Something had to be done and soon.
"I will talk to the region leaders about asking for outside help." Mr. Mycolic leaves with a heavy heart.
Mac Tire was going throw a dry spell for about a month. Sadly the rainy season is two months away. They wouldn't survive this unless something is done and fast.
"This is the first time all four regions have gone through a drought. We've survived for thousands of years, we'll survive this. You willing to bet pups on that? HOW DARE YOU!" the head Alpha's bark back and forth in the Guardian temple in between all four regions.
"My Lords and Ladies," Mr. Mycolic kneels in front of them speaking up. "Are our pups and people worth our pride? Forgive me but I don't think we have a choice here." He voices glancing at all of them as he stands.
"You are correct Mycolic. Our people need us to lead not bark at this time." Forest Lord speaks calmly hoping to redirect the others.
"We will call the Republic for help." River Lady agrees with a small nod.
"The pups and ill can stay with us until the weather shifts." Mountain Lady suggests.
"And supplies to us." Field Lord motions to himself.
"I will send word to all." Mr. Mycolic bows heading out.
As Head Guardian Mr. Mycolic has many jobs. He keeps the leaders honest and humble. Then talk with people and deal with their grievances impartially. Simplified he keeps the peace emotionally and physically.
"So hot." two ten year old red haired pups whine on their father's back.
"I know pups. But we're almost there and then you can cool off inside." Mr. Mycolic glances back at the black furred girls.
The girls could just whine. All of this was too much for their little bodies. Mr. Mycolic's ears droop at this. He lost his mate years ago; he couldn't lose his pups too.
He drops her off in the cool mountain tunnels and homes. Nuzzling her quickly he goes back on Guardian mode heading off to keep things going.
The girls stay in the mountains with others for a while. Their dad came to check on them from time to time while working. Things seemed to be going well, they had what they needed and those that needed it are safe from this heat.
But then… then something started to happen. People were getting sick and turning aggressive.
"Erika? Erika you okay?" The maroon eyed pup looks at her lime green eyed counterpart worried.
Erika had a fever and was brought to a special room the others came to. But her twin was worried since those that came here never seemed to come out.
Erika growls with her fur and hair a tangled mess. No words came from her as she eyed the girl that seemed to be her mirror. Her sister's ears pin down as she reaches over to her. But then Erika pounces.
She is able to get in one good swipe over her left eye as their dad grabs her taking a bite to his arm. He howls at that then shoves her off as he pulls his other daughter away.
"You okay Bria? Did she bite you?" Mr. Mycolic looks at his shaken daughter, ignoring his bleeding arm.
"D-daddy… w-why…?" Bria cries holding a hand to her bleeding head.
"I wish I knew pup. I wish I knew." Mr. Mycolic kisses the top of her head, letting a few tears fall knowing what was to come.
Bria and her father are treated. But her dad didn't come near her after that, he kept working with the others on something.
Then a sleeping Bria felt someone pick her up. Making up she sees a struggling dad. His skin was warmer than normal and his eyes… they were starting to change like the others. He places her in a small rocket with twenty other pups around her age.
"Daddy!" Bria tries to call out a he seals the door.
"I love you pup." Mr. Mycolic cries hitting a button.
All the pups cry out as they see their home planet become smaller as they were speeded off to space. Once up their all of them felt anxious and scared whimpering with the only light being a red blinking one with a pulse coming off of it.
Hours passed with nothing happening. Too tired from their earlier panic, they all huddle together whimpering as they try to sleep.
A day, nothing. Two days, the food is low and everyone is starting to worry again. On day three though their small prison moves.
They soon find themselves in a large ship and a black man opens their sealed door. All of them keep close to each other growling at the stranger.
"You're safe now." The brown eyed man reaches his hand in to help them out.
Bria was still scared though and bit his hand. But the bald man just pets her head gently with his free hand.
"You're okay now. You're okay." Windu whispers softly.
Bria's fangs release as she cries. All she could do is sob until a medical droid gives her a trank.
"Looks like she got fairly deep Windu." A medical droid treats his arm.
"I'm alright." Windu shakes his head slightly.
'She's got spunk.' Windu looks over at the pup crying in her sleep.