My name is Windwolf and I have a story to tell you.

It's about a city, my city, the city of total wisdom.

Well, I founded the city. Wolves came, and often stayed, some lived there permently.

I had a peaceful ten years. Running the city, helping people, and having my own free time. It was like heaven.

Then, that's when it happened.

A wolf came, her name was Misty. She was kind on the outside, pure evil on the inside.

At first I didn't consider her as a threat, she was 'helping' wolves. Misty was taking my whole city, right under my nose. She told wolves lies, she made them fight, and take, and never give.

Me, I tried to stop her, my guards tried to capture her, she was too pretty so they went all googly eyed over her. My next attemped was to ambush her, it didn't work. She had better ears than I thought. I realized that I had to face her myself. I was eleven at the time, I was old, but Aniu made me feel like I was two years old.

Anyway, I slipped out of my usual perch in the center of town and into a rugged alley. I saw light at the corner. my heart started to race.

I walked as stealthily as I could. I peeked around the corner. I saw Misty, and she wasn't alone.

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My heart almost stopped beating, I saw my people, the people I loved and cared for ten years.

Misty spoke, "We all agree we hate Windwolf, correct?"

"Yes master," the crowd replied.

"NO!!!!" I yelled.

Misty looked at me.

"You rotten spy. I should have killed you, you mad wolf," I spit out.

I can't remember what came next, I remebering being thrown against a wall and dieing.

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I saw my body, down on the ground, I cried. How could my own city, of peace, could become this!

I talked with Aniu the great whitewolf and we burned the city.

I watched the flames and I hung my head. Then I howled.

My city, my region, my people, gone.