Night... A female wolf staggered through the undergrowth of the forest with her young pup next to her. The female collapses to the ground, leaning against a tree. Rips through her fur could be seen, even with the scrappy lighting. The pup runs to her mother, calling to her.
"Mother! Mother, don't leave me!" the pup cries, tears in her eyes. Alone... She couldn't think of herself as alone.
Two wolves, one male and one female, come across the mother and her pup, the mother taking in her final breaths. "Ashira... Be good, my daughter. And always know, you are a part of the Running Mist Pack..."
Ashira, as the young pup was called, sobbed, prodding her quickly growing cold mother. "Mother! Mom! Please, wake up!" she whispers, her voice almost gone from all the crying for her pack she had done.
The female wolf steps forward, gently guiding Ashira away from her mother's body. Why she let herself be taken away by the two strangers, she will never know. Though she will live to regret that one choice she made.
"Little one..." Ashira felt a wet nose prod her side. She couldn't remember ever having fallen asleep, but she must have.
Ashira whimpered slightly when she opened her eyes to see the female her who had brought her to a pack standing over her. The females eyes were kind and gentle, but that didn't stop Ashira from wanting to run back to her mother.
"Little one, it's alright. My name is Kihive, I'm a den mother. Can you tell me your name?"
"A-Ashira... Where is my mother?" Ashira asked, scrambling to her paws. She was a big pup, with only about a week left in the pup's den before she would have been training to become a fighter in her old pack.
Kihive sighed, laying down in the den. "You're mother... is dead, Ashira. Don't you remember? I brought you back here after she passed..."
Ashira felt tears falling from her eyes and her legs shake. Her mother was dead? But- but she had survived the attack on the pack! She couldn't be dead now! Not when Ashira needed her most! But... why else wouldn't she have woken up next to her mother? Free must be dead...
Ashira curled up next to Kihive, wanting to feel safe once again.
::Three Months Later::
"I will never feel loyalty to your pack!" Ashira growled, standing face-to-face with an older male. "I will never be a part of your pack!"
"Ashira, calm down..." Kihive soothed, trying to calm her foster daughter down.
"No! I was born to the Running Mist Pack! That is my home! This place will never be!" Ashira howled. She was angry, and sad. She had been adopted into Kihive's pack, but it felt wrong. Ashira had been in an accident, leaving her with limited fighting ability. If she was to help the pack, she would have to be a scout.
"Ashira..." Kihive tried again. "I know how you feel, but please, calm down..."
"I am a fighter of the Running Mist Pack! A fighter!" Ashira dashed off into the forest, and, being swifter than anyone else in the pack, quickly left everyone behind. She would go back, she knew that. She would have to. But... she would never consider herself part of that pack, never.
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