Disclaimer: I don't own any of the shows or characters, except for Madeira, Rain, and Sky.

Author's Note: I just wanted to describe the characters in my story a little bit because some of my readers were very confused. All three of the characters I mentioned above are wolf demons, and since there are lots of types of wolf demons, I call them Great Wolves. Great Wolves have two forms, and have the ability to change form at will. There is the wolf form, where, once full grown, they are at least 5 or 6 times the size of a normal wolf (big enough so two humans could fit on their backs comfortably). Their other form appears more human, but they keep their wolf ears, tail, and eye color. Madeira is a black wolf with golden eyes. Rain is a white wolf with blue eyes and Sky (I might end up changing her name) is not in this story yet, but she is a white wolf with golden eyes.

It had been eight, long years since his pack had been massacred. He could still hear their screams and howls as they were torn apart by the demon slayers. He felt the tears well up behind his eyes as a cold hatred filled his soul. He would find the demon slayers, and he would avenge his pack's death.

A soft scrambling noise filled the cave he was staying in, and he pricked his wolf ears toward the entrance. The cave was well hidden, sitting on top of a steep, pebbly hill. No one would be able to find it in the dark, unless they had been there before. His nose picked up the scent of another wolf, one carrying food. His mouth started watering. He hadn't eaten in nearly a week.

a young wolf whispered, slowly venturing into the pitch black of the cave. I've brought food.

What else have you brought me? The wolf demon demanded, turning to face the boy. The light from a crack in the cave's side reflected off Madeira's intimidating golden eyes, causing the young wolf demon to cringe.

I'm sorry, there is nothing else. There were no travelers to steal from. They've been avoiding this area because of us, the second wolf hurriedly explained, laying his white ears flat and tucking his tail slightly under his legs.

Madeira sighed. Rain, this has gone on too long. I'm tired of eating meat already picked over by buzzards and flies. We need to move. He paused, taking in all of the things they had accumulated in the year or so they had been living in the cave, then continued, We will leave tomorrow morning.

Rain said nothing, but proceeded to open the bundle he had been carrying on his back. He offered Madeira the best of the food he had found, then picked at the scraps that were left. He didn't want to move. This place felt so secure, like home. Like the home he never really had.

After Madeira's pack was destroyed, a wolf from Rain's pack found Madeira wandering around by himself and took him back to the place where they were staying. Generally, taking in a wolf from another pack was considered taboo, but times were changing. The demon slayers were searching out all the Great Wolf packs and destroying them. There were barely any Great Wolves left, and to survive, they would have to accept him into their pack.

Madeira was taken in by Rain's mother, and they were raised as brothers. To Rain's light furred pack, a black furred wolf was rare, and bad luck.

Rain was very young at the time (only four in human years, whereas Madeira was eight), so Madeira was the only one who remembered how his second pack was killed, just two years after he was adopted.

Soon after that last thought, Rain curled up next to Madeira and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.