I'm starting a series about wolves! Inspired by Erin Hunter's Survivors and Warriors (both book series). Those are a little to violent for me so I decided I would create a thing like it but less fighting and dying. I know it's part of the appeal, but I started to Survivors, and I thought it would be less sad and less fighting in it, but randomly in Book 2 Alfie just dies. So yeah, less violence and death. Thumbnail is Google image so thanks Google Long story short, I stopped writing dawn of the wolves, but kept this project up because I might feature the wolves here in other projects.
StarMoon swiftly ran up onto a big rock, worry written all over her face. She scanned the late afternoon horizon, intently watching as her pack chatted away happily, which made it even harder to tell her pack the news. She let out a long howl to get the pack's attention. It was late afternoon, and very cold for a spring day. "Wolves of StarPack," wolves who had been slowly walking over, chatting about the unusual weather scampered nervously toward StarMoon when they heard the tremble in her voice,"StillPaw has informed me," StarMoon took a pause, contemplating how to tell her pack the news,"That she had a vision. Of us. We were struggling with few wolves left. She," StarMoon paused "She wasn't there. She told me that when she had her vision, she had felt immense pain. I am worried for StarPack." StarMoon ran down from the rock and into her den. She flopped, and felt a rush of worry and doubt and pain. She felt pain everywhere, her legs, her head, her whole body. "StillPaw!" She yelped and let out a weak howl. She closed her eyes and saw her pups, MoonClaw and StarClaw, lost. "Mom!" "It's no use, MoonClaw, she is lost. They took her." "StillPaw!" She yelled as loud as she could. *** Somewhere on the other side of the forest, where a stream twinkled in the afternoon sun, an ominous face with a large, strong body cast a shadow over the wide open field. It howled up at the horizon, where the golden sun was setting. It was almost dark.
