Chapter 2
Amberheart was sunning herself on a pile of rocks by a dry riverbed. Flowers crept along the bank and around the boulders. The boulders were black as flint, so they attracted light, causing it to be one of the wolves favorite places to rest. Also, the flowers that grew there were mint, and other strong smelling flowers, which helped relaxed after training or a long run. Amberheart's fur glowed a strong red, casting a ghostly glow over the rocks. She was sleeping soundly, behind closed eyelids her dreams were well under way. She was standing on the tip of a sea-side cliff. She could smell the salty air, feel the warm air brush like a comb through her russet fur. The sun was setting, casting a mixture of red, yellow, and orange across the waves that lapped at her light so gently. Amberheart smiled, for this seemed to be a good dream, yet, not everything is as it seems.
The beautiful scene was suddenly sucked into an echoing darkness. The only thing visible was her, a orange glow cast from her paws onto the ground in front of her. She looked up, amber eyes searching for something. Two great big yellow eyes, appeared before her own. They narrowed to slit's and a great echoing snarling came across her like thunder. She tried to run from the great eyes, yet her paws were glued to the spot. Her struggling turned against her as the force holding her to the spot, released, causing her to tumble backward. She looked up from her fall and saw great dark looming shapes. A rank stench came to her nostrils, causing her to flare them to rid herself of the smell. It was like rotting carrion. Panting came from the shape's revealing skinny, yet sinewy wolves, an Erie voice came from them all, rising above the snarling. "We are coming." They chanted.
Amberheart now, was nearly, no, truly terrified. "Who are you!" She squeaked, yet put force behind it, like a command. "We are coming." They chanted again, except this time one single booming voice echoed in the blackness. "Be Prepared..." it commanded. The looming shapes suddenly rose up, all charging to her in one large black line. Amber tried to scream, only to be snapped back to reality by a yelp. She jolted on the rock and laid across it, panting as if she had just run across the Caribou Plains. A cold chill settled over her as if she had seen a ghost. Perhaps she had. Her ears turned up, and twitched to the side at a sound. She peered cautiously over the boulder she was lying over. Flame was lying on his back, one back paw twitching. "Oh... hi Amberheart." He laughed flipping over.
"What happened?" Amberheart asked in her unusually silky smooth voice. "Oh! Well I had this dream where I was chasing this big juicy pheasant! And it jumped off of a cliff... and I followed it..." He said smiling. The Russet wolf clamored back onto the rock he had fallen off of. His Flame was a giant russet wolf, with darker paws. He had light blue eye's though, giving of the fact that he's not just a burly flame lumbering through the woods. "Hey! Wanna play a game?" Flame asked showing off some of his puppyish charm. He stuck his back end in the air, swishing his tail, while his head was near the ground, tongue lolling out. "Yes, I would." A strange voice answered. Amberheart's head snapped around to a bush behind them. A large Sliver and red sinewy dog stepped out, followed by a puppy.
"Oh, wanna play with the big dog's huh puppy? Go home to your master before you get hurt." Flame growled launching himself down to the ground in front of the dog. The Silver and Red dog was only up to Flame's shoulder, yet he held himself like he was an Alpha of a pack. "I'm the puppy?" The dog laughed. "You wish!" He snarled snapping at the Wolf's hind leg. "Braeburn!" A distant voice called. "Go Home!" Amberheart ordered touching down onto the ground next to Flame. Together they looked like a raging fire, like a pair of molten wolves' . "You damn wolves! Always thinking your the better race!" The dog laughed. Amberheart's golden eye's caught a slight movement. It was the puppy that had followed Braeburn out.
"Go on! Get!" Amber snarled directly at the puppy, startling it so that It ran. "Kale!" BraeBurn yelled after the puppy. He turned sideways and started slowly back through the bushes. Flame jumped forward and snapped his jaw's on the Dog's hindquarters pulling off fur. The dog yelped and shot forward, a small spot of blood dripping from the fur in Flame's mouth. "Let's go." He said throwing his head in the way of camp. When ever a dog is encountered in the territory, they had to report it. The problem was getting worse. Amberheart nodded and trotted off with him What they hadn't noticed though, was a small pair of paw's following them, a pair of small, fragile, timid paws.