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A/N: Here's chappie 2! By the way, the "anonymous" person that reviewed, IT IS NOT A F#KING HORSE'S NAME! She's a wolf! BY THE GODS ARE YOU BLIND! Anywho, I hope you people like this chappie. runs away screaming Give me a dollar!
Chapter 2: To be humanSilverstar woke up in the middle of the night. The Last Gibbous moon glared down at her. She sniffed the air caustiously. Still, the forest was silent. Why were there no animals?
I had been in forests before. Only one or two, but I knew there was something wrong with this one. There where nothing but insects in this forest and they were quiet. Granpa, Kiba, told me once that a healthy forest always had predators. This forest had signs of health, but no predators. Was it healthy, or just an illusion?
'You are awake,' Toboe stated behind her. Silverstar turned around and realized he had just woke up himself.
'I've been for a little. We should get going. We have wasted too much time because of those humans,' Silverstar turned again and howled a single low note. It was grief stricken, and filled with a coldness only found in death.
'I don't think the pup will be able to continue on the journey. He's still resting, and it doesn't look like he'll be up any time soon,' Toboe said as he looked up as the moon as well.
We had a little less then a month to find her. We needed to find her. She could only bloom three times under the full moon. We had three months to find paradise.
'It's not long from here. We'll find her soon. After that, Yukio will never need to rest. It's only on new moon nights that we would have to worry. Even then, having her around will be better then no source of reguvenation,' Silverstar said as she once again sniffed the air. They needed food. Yukio was still a pup.
'Have you noticed the only other life forms in this forest that actually live in the forest are insects. Why, why aren't there any other creatures in this forests?'
'A mystery, a mystery. Three wolves stuck in mire. Left in a forest to die. Let them feel the Brother's ire, as the Father begins to cry.'
Both wolves looked around for the source of the sound. Nothing could be seen.
'Trying to find what's in your face, no need to look all over the place.'
'Where are you?' Silverstar growled. Toboe also looked around, but he was beginning to become nervous. This was starting to remind him of the wood where they met that strange owl.
An aye-aye, a strange cousin of the lemur, lowered itself down towards the ground. Silverstar stared at it in surprise. She had never seen such a creature. It was so strange, with its rodent like head, and monkey body. Its hands sported long witch like fingers, the middle phalange was hideously long. Big wide amber eyes stared at the two wolves without actually seeing them. It was blind.
'There I was, right under your nose. Maybe I can help solve all your woes.'
'You are the first creature we have seen besides the humans. Why are there no other animals?' Silverstar asked, taking a step towards the strange creature.
'Maybe you know the way, to get out today, but you might not survive the creature that attacks inside,' It said, suddenly crawling away. Silverstar nearly ran after it, but then Toboe started to suddenly cough. Silverstar turned towards him.
'What's wrong?' she demanded. The message the aye-aye had given her scared her. The creature that attacks inside?
Of course I had heard about it. Every wolf knew. But most wolves were healthy and refused to believe it, but I knew. I had seen it. A disease that first started as a cough, turned into a type of decaying malady. Fur would begin to fall off irregularly, followed by skin peeling off slowly. It was the wolven equivolent of the human disease leprosy. Most of our pack died from it, only four wolves survived in a pack of fifteen. I, myself, had gotten the disease, but my grandfather, Kiba the white wolf and alpha male, found an antidote. I knew what it was, but I didn't know if it would be possible to find it.
'I'm all right,' Toboe growled. He looked paler then usual, but she knew he wouldn't say that he wasn't feeling well. He was a wolf, and any weakness given would hurt his pride.
'Is it morning?' Yukio asked as he slowly walked out of the den.
'Close enough to it. We need to find food soon,' Silverstar growled as she suddenly stiffened. She walked back towards the river.
Yukio looked at her as though she had gone mad. Toboe watched her soberly. The pup knew nothing of what she was doing, but Toboe knew. He had done it many times before in times of dire straights.
Her ears stiffened, and she looked straight towards the ground with pure concentration. She started to look frazzled after several minutes of searching. She growled in annoyance and stopped her strange dance-like movements.
"What are you doing?" Yukio asked as he got prepared to leave. Toboe just laughed and turned towards the south.
"I say we leave this forest and then search for those peanut buttery mice later. This forest is creeping me out," Toboe said as he started to walk away. Silverstar followed with Yukio at her side.
"Toboe," Silverstar whispered as she walked up from behind him, "That aye-aye bothered me. It spoke in riddles, and it acted very suspicious. I don't like this forest anymore then you do, but I wish to know why it is the only animal that seems to live in this forest."
"They do eat insects you know. It's not that far fetched. This forest is crawling with the little six legged freaks," Toboe laughed half-heartly. He had hoped if he had shown the younger wolf some humor, she might stop her worrying of the the cryptic creature.
Her face soured even more at his words. It just bothered her that it seemed to be the only beast in this mighty forest. Though a predator by nature, the aye-aye could only eat insects. There was no possible way that it could be the master of this forest. No possible way.
I knew this journey was to be wrought with terror and danger, but I never did like surprises. I never liked not being able to understand a creature's words. Aye-ayes were known for being misleading and mischievious, but it only ran in youngsters, as in all species. The one we had encountered just a few minutes ago had seemed older then any I had even heard of. Such strange creatures they were, but that did not explain the creature's last words. Its words of warning. "You might not survive the creature that attacks inside."
"Hey, we might have just survived this wretched forest!" Yukio shouted behind his two elders. They both looked ahead and saw the brightening in the trees up ahead. It could be a large clearing, but the wolves, exhausted by this foreboding forest, did not care. All they cared for was the thought of escaping from this horrible place.
Silverstar was the first one to start running, but Yukio and finally Toboe took up the run behind their bluish gray companion. Silverstar rushed out into the open moonlight, welcoming it as she would welcome a long lost companion. As she blinked away her sudden blindness her fears of the forest worsened. Nothing could have prepared her for this.
Yukio jumped up next to Silverstar, his tail wagging as though he were some young dog finding that it could have all the marrow in the bone before him. His tail dropped quickly as he noticed what it was that made the she-wolf pause in horror. Toboe walked up behind the two, half expecting some unspeakable horror, but was still stunned into silence by what laid before them.
A full square acre of land, the largest clearing in the forest, was covered in the dark crimson of their kins' blood. The bodies were so twisted in pain and agony that the three wolves who had barged into the clearing could not believe that they had once been living creatures. It was as though some sick twisted diety had created a landscape from things that resembled the proud speices.
Silverstar sniffed the clearing, but became even more alert when the clearing shed no scent. Ten score and more of their brethern laid rotting upon open uninhibited land and yet, no scent could be found. Not of the blood, not even the comforting smell of wolf could be found. There was a dark force at work here.
'Woe those wolves who did not follow the aye-aye's warning…' Silverstar trailed off as she realized what she was looking at. The riddle suddenly made sense. Wolves, sick of the forest with no prey, would find this clearing and bask in the sun. The sun worsened the disease and made them go mad. They ripped each other a part and the sky washed away the scents. The blood looked fresh, and so did the carcasses, but they were not. They had been petrified into a suspended state, created by the forest. The live wolves saw those who had come to this place in the past.
'Should we walk through there?' Yukio asked, obviously afraid to be closer to the clearing, let alone through it.
'No,' Silverstar growled, preparing to turn, 'This place is cur-'
'Leara!' Toboe suddenly shouted. Both younger wolves stared at him. The brown wolf jumped into the air and started at a dead run, right through the middle of the cursed field.
Silverstar nearly abandoned Toboe. She didn't want to go head long into the cursed field, following an obviously sick wolf into open danger. Silverstar went against her instincts though. She ran after Toboe, with Yukio in her wake, and suddenly found herself alone in the field. In front of her stood two people. One was Kiba, the old wolf was bent and twisted with age. The other was someone Silverstar had only seen in her dreams. Her heart cried for her. Kinpa, the Flower Maiden.
'It was always said a white beast and the Flower Maiden would open the door to paradise. Some legends aren't true. But it is true that a great beast and the Flower Maiden will open the door. I knew even before you had crawled out of your mother's womb that it would be you. You are strong Silverstar. I am no more then an old wolf. A wolf who has seen many moons and danced in their glory, but I have seen horrors. I lost my one true love. I saw my pack abandon the road to paradise, because I forced myself to keep going. I had no path. No goal. I woke up one day and found even young Toboe had slipped away from me. Blue, Hige, Tsume. They all left because I drove them too hard to find something we could not feel anymore. I feared I would die before I ever got to paradise, but then I realized that I was not meant for paradise. Not yet. I had one more task. I created the pack and waited for you. I knew who would find the way. I knew I would be able to see you again in paradise, although I could not take the journey with you. Stay strong. Let the moon guide you. Let her heal you. I hope you will find her soon,' and with his last words, the great white wolf Kiba, faded into the wind. Silverstar knew then that Kiba was no more. Her strong powerful grandfather had died.
"This one feels sorrow for your lost. Forgive Cheza. She died before she could see paradise in this existence. They are together now though. Let them be happy," Kinpa stated as she began to fade away. The innocence that had rung from her light and gentle voice made Silverstar rush to her, so she could comfort her. Kinpa vanished completely before Silverstar could reach her though. In all of her anger and fury, at this terrible world that would do this to her grandfather and his love, she howled several long notes, each wrought with pain and suffering. The darkness that clouded over Silverstar released her, and she found herself staring into a seemingly endless cave tunnel. Silverstar knew without the shadow of a single doubt, the cure for the disease that had stolen Toboe's mind was at the end. She broke into a run.
I remember a long time ago, before I even opened my eyes to this world, my father had left. He had challenged a stronger wolf, a wolf that had threatened to end my and my siblings' lives. My father died before I could even see him. My grandfather became the beast that I looked up to. He killed the challengee and protected his daughter's brood. Although he had hoped she would search for paradise, she would not. My mother did not have the same connection to the moon that me and my grandfather had. We would go weeks without food, just enjoying each other's company in the moonlight. I knew that I would eventually search for paradise. I felt it calling me.
Yukio stopped as the darkness enveloped him. He shuddered like a leaf in the wind, fear gripping him. He sighed heavily. What had he gotten himself into?
He whimpered only slightly as he continued to push himself forward. I will not show my cowardice again, he thought to himself. Silverstar and Toboe were so brave and ferious. There was no way Yukio could hope to ever be like that. He stopped in mid-stride and sighed. Why was life so complicated?
'Yukio…'
Yukio visibly stiffened. He knew that voice anywhere. He turned around slowly, half afraid, and half curious. He found himself looking into his mother's eyes.
'Mother!' Yukio shouted trying to run to her. It was then he realized something was wrong. Blood started pouring from a chest wound. She lurched forward, not able to stand anymore. Yukio reached her body and stared in fascinated horror. It was the same wound. The same wound she had received that unfateful night. Suddenly, flames sprouted from seemingly no where as they consumed a forest in the dim backround. It was the same. The same exact thing that had happened that night. Yukio saw them coming for him. The same four humans that captured him when he was a babe, but he was no longer a meager whimpering pup. Yukio felt rage, blind fury, ripping through his body, calling forth powers that he did not know he had. He was fading into the wolven berserker form. The Bloodfire.
He roared a challenging cry. He would not, could not let it happen again. He raced towards the humans, eyes flaring red in the cresent moon's light. He felt his teeth meet pitiful human flesh as he tore into the first human's throat, felt himself take the life of another living being. He did not care.
One of the humans shot him. He was hit, in the shoulder. He did not even realize the pain he felt was real, did not realize that he was living through a memory that did not happen.
He tore the second human's groin out, hearing the man scream in pure agony as he was left to bleed to death. His death was as swift as the blood pouring like a river from him.
Yukio felt his legs pump, the tendons feeling as though they were about to snap as his muscles felt as though they were on fire. He leaped at the third one and sunk his claws and his fangs into his chest. For one horrible minute he was stuck inside the human's body and he forced himself out by ripping through all the flesh in his path. He ripped a hole the size of his body through the third human's chest.
By now, the fourth human had shot him repeatedly. Yukio didn't bother to count them. He knew he had been hit well over five times, but they were not vital, and he didn't feel them. Yukio rushed the fourth human, even as he ran screaming from the demonic looking wolf. Yukio did not realize that his whole body had been tainted by the third human's blood. If he thought Silverstar had looked scary when she had killed the humans in the clearing, he looked twenty times worse. His fur was no longer white, but pure crimson. His eyes were still red with rage, and his fangs, though they had sunk into flesh more then any other part of him, remained white. They alone could invoke fear into a warrior.
Yukio leapt at the human, and bit the back of his neck. Yukio twisted downward with such fury the human's head actually spun around in his mouth and screamed silently into the night sky, even though the rest of his body fell forward onto the earth. Yukio dropped the human's neck from his mouth. He had nearly bit through the human's neck, a tiny sliver of it was what kept his head connected to his body.
All of his energy left him in one fluid moment. He collasped on the ground, panting heavily, his sides heaving with pure exertion. He just wanted to turn to dust and drift away on the wind. As he tried to lick at one wound that landed on his front leg, close to his paw, he found himself tasting the blood of the humans he just killed. He shuddered with revulsion. He had taken a living creature's life. Though a carnivore by nature, Yukio had only remembered eating cooked meat, made by humans. He never had known the glory of the hunt, or the warmth of fresh blood on a cold winter's day. He only knew how to steal off the dinner table.
The thought of killing a living being had always disgusted him. Now, he realized with tears welling in his eyes, he had killed without feeling remorse, without showing a hint of mercy. The last human had fled from him in pure fear, but that did not stop Yukio from killing him. In fact, Yukio realized with growing horror, he had enjoyed running the man down and feeling the flesh tear from his body. He had enjoyed killing a fearful unarmed being.
Yukio began to cry. He whimpered pitifully, not for what he had done, but for the humans he killed. He felt horrible.
'Stand wolf,' a gruff growl called. Yukio looked up to see his pack leader, an old gray standing before him. There was no mistaking that arrogant smile, nor the cross scar on his chest. The scar on his chest was the symbol of his fallen moment, and every wolf knew that.
'Tsume…'
'I said stand!' Tsume roared at him. Yukio struggled to his feet, but could not bring himself to look at Tsume. He was a great wolfen warrior, one of the greatest in the world, how could a worthless cowering pup dare to look upon him?
'Do not forget who you are. You are the son of one of my greatest of warriors. I will not allow you to throw aside his name because you killed. You killed humans who tried to destroy everything you knew. They tried destroying you. Rip that vile thing out of your leg and bask in the moon light to heal your wounds. Then you will have your chance.'
Yukio looked at Tsume. 'My chance at what?'
'Showing me how much you have grown my dear nephew. You will have to fight me and win to leave this place. Show me the true powers that reside in you,' Tsume stated, sounding more wise then Yukio could ever remember. His leader had never really thought through his actions, but now he showed a wisdom beyond his years.
'If you ever wish to make it to paradise, you must understand something a white wolf once told me. "The road to paradise is paved in blood."'
Toboe ran blindly forward. There was Grandma, and Leara. Behind them were Hige, Blue, Tsume, Kiba, and Cheza. All exactly the way he remembered them. Was this paradise? Had he, the runt, finally reached the goal they had tried so hard to find, had sacraficed so much for?
He leapt up at them, his friends, his family, his loved ones.
They disappeared. Toboe paused, and found himself on an ice floe. The same one he had fought and killed that walrus on. The old monster suddenly reared out of the ice, twenty times bigger then Tobooe remembered. He looked down at himself and realized with ultimate fear, he was no more then a cub.
'Runtling of wolves. You have forgotten who you are.'
Toboe glared at him. 'I have forgotten nothing of myself or the journey my friends took. We failed.'
'You have forgotten yourself, for you, out of the whole pack, did not try to find the paradise the others did. You lost the true paradise, but you did not bother to try to find even a piece of it that resides here on this earth. The others did and lived out their lifes. You shame their memories. Come wolfling. Fight me like you did that day on the ice.'
Toboe growled vicisously. How dare this creature mock him? After everything they had been through… The death of Grandma, the hatred of Leara, the mocking of Tsume, the death of Cheza, the loss of Paradise, the dissolvement of their pack. He lived through all these things and more, so much more. What did this ancient monster of the ice know?
Toboe leapt at the walrus, aiming for his eye. The huge tusks came flying down at him, and missed him, barely. He felt the ivory tusk pass through his fur as he landed on its throat. Using his momentum, Toboe ran up its body and dug his fangs as deep into the walrus's flesh as possible. He felt his gums pushing against the walrus's blubber. The walrus squealed in horrid pain, Toboe had half of his muzzle buried in the liquids that formed the creature's eye.
The walrus plunged into the ice, through the ice, and into the frigid water. It was just like before, but something was wrong. Something was very wrong. It wasn't coming up for air! It dove further and further into the cold darkness, not once slowing. It was getting too dark. Toboe felt himself weakening. The cold, the lack of air, the darkness itself, seemed to be pulling him off the walrus. If he let go the walrus would kill him. He had to hang on.
Suddenly, the dark lessened. He felt a semblence of warmth. Air! Only two feet above him. If he let go… That was what it wanted. It would swing its head and skewer him before he could reach the surface. There was ice above him anyway. He would die even if the walrus didn't kill him. Toboe held on still. He was pretty sure he had used up all his air and he would die soon, but he wouldn't let go.
The walrus threw itself onto the surface. Ice flew everywhere, and threatened to plunge itself into the brown wolf. Toboe escaped harm, but the walrus didn't. It accidently impaled itself on a craggy piece of ice. Toboe jumped away from the creature and realized something horrifying. He had killed a creature for no reason. He found himself kneeling on the ice, not a wolf anymore, but a human. He was human! Toboe screamed into the dead air. He was human.
The moon's healing light wrapped Yukio gently in a warm blanket. Tsume watched over him, checking his wounds. When he was sure the pup had the strength, he nudged his shoulder.
'It's time.'
Yukio sat up and stared at his leg, where the humans had implanted the tracker. He ripped off his own flesh, and crushed it between his teeth. Even though his leg was freshly injured, Yukio got up to face his uncle.
'Shall we begin?' Tsume growled, launching himself at the pup. Yukio side-stepped him, and tried to clamp his fangs down on Tsume's exposed neck, but Tsume stumbled to the side, seemingly accidental. With a sinuous turn, Yukio found his leader below and to the side of his throat. His fangs gleamed in the moonlight as they snapped shut an inch away. Yukio had reared up, and smashed his front paws into Tsume's face as he tried to pull away. Yukio nearly got a hold on the back of Tsume's neck, but the older wolf knew what to do when in such a situation. Tsume flopped onto his back and used his back paws to smash Yukio's jaws away. Yukio's head whipped back, and he twisted in mid-air to land on his legs, but his back was now exposed to his enemy. In less then a second, Tsume had his legs under him and had leapt towards Yukio's back. Yukio rolled over, much like Tsume had just had, but tucked his legs in. As soon as Tsume landed, Yukio pushed up with all his might, first with his back and then his front, trying to flip the bigger wolf. Tsume's fangs dug through Yukio's fur and snapped out a piece of his skin. Yukio growled in pain as his leader flew above his head. Yukio immediately rolled over and charged at Tsume just as the gray wolf landed. Yukio clamped down hard on Tsume's throat, but Tsume, with a longer neck, also clamped down on Yukio's neck. They were at a stalemate.
'I yield,' Tsume growled, letting go of Yukio. Yukio let go in surprise. Tsume was not one to give up.
'I can't teach you anymore. I've taught you everything, even about paradise. Go find it Yukio. You will represent my part in our last journey.'
With that said, Tsume disappeared. Yukio looked around as the burning forest faded and was replaced with the cold gray of cave walls. Up ahead, he heard Silverstar.
'Silverstar! I'm here Silverstar!' Yukio shouted blindly. Silverstar ran into him and was relieved. She gave him a wolf hug, extending her muzzle over his shoulder and standing chest to chest. He returned the gesture, and the two young ones found themselves running in a full out gallop towards, what they did not know.
Toboe started to pound his fists against the ice. That was what they were, hands. Hands not paws. He was a disgusting human. The knuckles were raw, the skin ripped away from the force he put into the blows. His blood stained the ground, great crimson puddles, staining the knees of his pants.
He cried, scalding hot tears racing down his face, against the world. This cruel world that would allow all of this, the pain , anger and despair. Why was life so callous to its own charges?
He gritted his teeth, wishing he could howl. His damned human throat was not made for the howl he wished to emit. Why was this happening to him? What had he done to deserve this? Had he not suffered enough?
A sudden pain flared through his body. He fell to the cold icy ground, curling himself into a fetal position. A tiny ball of Toboe, standing out on the blank floe. He gritted his teeth, willing the pain to pass as images of his friends raced through his brain. Cheza dying, Hige laughing as he called him a runt, Tsume growling about eating each other, Quent holding a gun at him while Blue stayed quietly at his side, Kiba howling at the full moon. Each flash of memory brought with it an unbearable pain. Toboe found himself opening his mouth and screaming. A high pitched scream of pain and fear. And he just screamed, and screamed…
'I never heard of such a disease,' Yukio said as Silverstar finished explaining what was happening to Toboe.
'It's rare but highly contagious.'
'We can get it?' Yukio asked with a hint of fear.
'Only if we let ourselves. Even though it's highly contagious, we can only get it from certain activities. Don't let him lick you, it travels through saliva," Silverstar stated as they came upon strange moss. It glowed, heavily, even though the cave was well lit still. Yukio sniffed it, and turned his head in disgust. It smelled horrible and was not edible.
"This is it!" Silverstar cried, pulling at it. She tugged large pieces out.
Yukio stared at her as though she was crazy. It was obviously not edible, how was it suppose to help Toboe?
"Yukio help me! I'm not going to lose anyone else to this disease!" Silverstar cried as she ripped off more and more. She all ready had more then enough, or so Yukio thought, and he was afraid that she was getting hysterical. He bit her shoulder gently. She turned on him, ready to yell at him, when she read the worry on her face. She started to break down.
"I lost everyone to it! Everyone! My brothers, my sisters! Even my mother! The only family that survived was my grandfather! Even then I wonder if I, who survived this thing, was worth it!"
Yukio shed his fur and then held her close. He had always been a trouble maker, and acted cold, even callous, towards those that had taken care of him. He was a survivor, used to being alone. Yet, he knew how to comfort her.
As he held me in his arms, I felt a sudden warmth in my spirit. Like the goddess showing her full face, I felt like dancing, no, like singing. Howling to the moon.
"Come on Silverstar. Get up. We need to get this to Toboe."
Silverstar held back the tears that never came and got up, holding the moss in her hands. She grimaced at Yukio. "Let's go."
Shuddering on the cold ground, no that wasn't right, ice, Toboe finally felt the pain subside. It was finally gone. Did that mean he was now human? Did that mean he could never be a wolf again?
He was a wolf, nothing more or less. What was the point of living if he could not be what he truly was. He did not belong to humanity. He was a wolf dammit. A wolf. A finely fanged fiend of the night. Terror to those idiotic humans, friend to god's innocents. What could he do now? Where could he go? No longer would he be accepted by his people, no longer could he hide away from his nightmare. He was a human now. Nothing more, nothing less.
Two distant figures appeared on the horizon. A mirage?
Toboe watched them come, and realized they were wolves. Normally, they would avoid humans, wolves did not like prey that fought back, but seeing a weak one, hurt and mewling like a new-born pup, he was sure that the last of his kin would surely end his pain. His life.
"Toboe!" the wind howled across his head. The voice was familiar, but it could not be them. No, they were nothing but a dream of something he had once wished for. A second chance for paradise.
"Toboe!"
The voices were closer now. Toboe lifted his head. It was them! He tried to get up, but it was so cold. So cold…
Silverstar reached him first. His lips were blue, his body cold, but he was not on an icce floe. He was sitting in the cursed field, basking in the sun, but not feeling it. Not knowing it was even there.
Silverstar glared at Yukio, "According to everyone I did not do this."
Yukio was taken back. What did she mean by that?
Silverstar licked her lips and kissed Toboe, bringing warmth and moisture to his cold dry lips. His mouth opened to hers, she wasn't sure what was meant by that, but she pulled away before she could find out. She stuffed the green nasty moss into his mouth.
"Eat Toboe. Eat."
It was being repeating in his head, like a nasty refrain that wouldn't die. Eat Toboe, Eat. He bit into the repolsive smelling food, but he did not have the strength to do it properly. He would choke on it.
Silverstar removed the moss from his mouth and chewed on it herself, then placed her mouth on his, pushing the mush into his mouth. He swallowed it down slowly. He swallowed everything she gave him to eat. She only fed to him half the moss she had. She was not sure whether or not to eat some herself. Then she did. Not much, only about one fourth of what was left over. Kiba had done that for her once as well.
"We need to drag him away from this place. Help me get away from this field, and get him into a clearing where he can catch the moonlight."
Yukio nodded, he knew of the moon's healing powers, even when it wasn't full. He picked up their charge gently and began the difficult task of dragging him away. They found the exit, not that far from the field. It was easy to accidently stumble into the field. It was made that way.
"We'll need to wait a full day for him to heal. Find a place to sleep. I'll stay up half the day, and then you can stay up the other half. Agreed?" Silverstar asked as Yukio nodded. After all they had just been through, he was more then willing to accept rest.
Yukio found a comfortable spot, next to Toboe. He moved against the old stiff form, letting the warmth invade his own body.
Silverstar stood guard away from the other two. As an outcast, she was not use to the warmth of other wolves. She had been an outcast her whole life. She was afraid that was going to change now.
I feared the role I was stepping into. I was slowly becoming a leader. The leader to a small pack of lone wolves. It wasn't easy being an outcast, but I fit the role so readily. I was born for it, but a leader? I shudder to think I might actually be one. The rest of the day was spent watching the sun steadily move from east to west. I realized we were still far from where we were suppose to go, and farther still from reaching our goal. If this was what Kiba and his pack had to go through… It was understandable that they never reached paradise. I was determined to let this be our last distraction before we came into the city of the nobles. For that was where she was.
A/N: I am not going to answer the question of whether or not they are the same nobles as the one in the anime/manga. I might answer that in the next chapter if enough people want it. I'm going to start writing it now! walks off whistling Dixie