Note: Andya, Kimba, Naspen, Geive and all others are (c) to ME!!!!!!!!

        Scurrying across the cold ground, a mouse gathered the seeds it had stored in the autumn. Its skinny, grey body was hardly recognizable againt the snow as it scampered around in the sparse clearing. Suddenly, a wolf jumped from the grass, leaping after the mouse. He grey pelt had hidden her perfectly, covering the fuscia markings she bore all around her body. She twisted around on the ground, whirling on the mouse. It squeaked, running towards its den on the far left. The wolfess clumsily trampled after it, her breath coming out in clouds. She dove for the mouse, and colided with the snowbank, giving the lucky mouse time enough to escape. The fae got up slowly, shaking the snow from her pelt. She blinked her purple/pink eyes, and sighed heavily.

       "Nice sis!" a male voice called sarcastically from the bushes. The fae turned swiftly around, and scowled at who she met.

       "Don't you have some other wolves to bug today, Kimba?" she spat crossly. The blonde wolf smikred, and sat heavily on the snow. The white hair on his ruff was fairly long, and it was tied back with a green strap. He squinted at the fuscia and grey fae, and tosseled his head, showing off his traditional black markings.

       "Actually Andya, Lightning sent me to get you," he remarked, looking more grave than normal. The fae looked at the brute, and studdied him carefully.

       "Is he worse?" she asked. Kimba nodded.

       "Janvia doubts he'll pass this winter," Kimba looked Andya in the eye,"He wants you to take his place, Andya." Andya blinked, and lowered her gaze.

       "No, Kimba... he wants you to become alpha," she said sadly, and pushed past her brother. Kimba cocked his head, but followed his sister without question.

       "Come in, Andya," a weak voice called from within the den. Andya and Kimba were back at their pack's camp. The normal scuffle of everyday life had dwindled to few goings around. Those who didn't have to leave their dens stayed away. Those who had to leave their dens, chose the rim of camp. Few wolves were willing to stroll right through camp ever scince the attack from Tein Pack Andya and Kimba, however, walked freely. They didn't fear The Tein Pack, and they doubted that another attack would occur in the near future.

       Andya heisitated before entering the den. Kimba followed behind her, like he always did. Even if he teased her till she mauled him, he would always be Andya's big brother.

       "No, my son, I must speak to Andya...alone," the weak voice had come from a pitch black wolf in the corner of the den. His eyes were dull, and his nose was cracked. When he lifted his head, you could slightly see a white blaze of fur. Around his neck, he wore an amulet. None really knew why he wore it, or what it was, just that he defended it feircly and it never left his neck. This was Black Lightning (given to him from the lightning birth mark he possesed on his right forearm), the dieing leader of the Genvi Pack.

       Kimba opened his mouth to protest, but Andya was quicker.

       "Just go; I'll be fine by myself with dad," she whispered. Kimba held his breath slightly, but obeyed his sister's command, and turned back up the den. Andya watched her brother go, then turned to Lighting. She bowed her head, and paced forwards. It was hard to be joyful when she saw her father in such a state.

       "Why have you called for me, father?" she asked, sitting down infront of him.

       "Come closer, my daughter," Lighting whispered, and shook his head lamely. Andya paused before getting up and moving forwards.

       "W-What are you doing, father?" she asked. Lightning stopped shaking his head, and looked up to Andya. His smile was old and weary, but there was a small spark left in his eyes.

       "Take off my amulet, Andya," he said. Andya looked at her father, unable to move. Her mouth hung wide open, and she took a step back.

       "Why?" she asked. Her tail tucked neatly between her legs, and she felt her voice shake. A memory flashed through her mind. When she had been very young, her father had been asleep. She had curled up on his lap, and had just barely touged on the amulet, so she could play with it, then her father had woken in a rage, and had flung her across the nursery. Ever since, Andya had dreaded the amulet.

       "Take off my amulet, Andya," Lighting ordered again. His voice was level, but still quiet. His unhealthy eyes burrowed into Andya's, and she flinched away.

       "Andya... I won't hurt you... I need your help..." Andya's eyes opened wide, and she turned to face her father again. She heisitantly stepped forwards. One step. Two steps. All the while, Lighting awaited her with patience. Finally, Andya had placed her maw on the amulets chain. She pulled it gently, ever so carefully. She grazed it over her fathers ears, and she lept back with a yelp. The amulet had stung her tongue. Andya crept backwards.

       "Why did you do that!" she acused her father. Lighting did not look at her, but shook his head dantily. The amulet fell off his head, and he grasped it in his maw. He looked indifferntly at Andya.

       "Come here, Andya," he said. Andya stayed put.

       "What are you going to do?" she asked warily. It hadn't been a big shock, but enough for her to let go of the amulet.

       "I'm giving you the Ozolissis, Andya," Lighting said, and coughed slightly. The amulet fell out of his mouth, but he picked it up again.

       "Andya, this will not hurt the owner. It will only hurt the one who tries to take it from them," Lightning said, and beconed Andya over again. As before, Andya walked over slowly. She sat in front of her father, but stayed well away from his reach.

       "I want to know exactly what it is first. I won't wear it till I kow," she said stubbronly. Lighting mumbled something to himself, and sat up, grunting. He stiffly stood on his paws, wobbleing a bit. His front feet gave way, and as Andya pranced forwards to save him from a drastic fall The amulet slipped over her head, and slide into place on her neck, as if she had been born with it. Andya gasped in shock, and stepped back, looking down at it. It was the first time she saw it at close range since she had been a pup. The Ozolissis was a glass ball, no bigger than two peas, and inside of it, a foggy substance was changing from black to a fucsia. She looked at her father, astonished. He had laid himself down again, but was breathing heavily.

       "Dad!" Andya gasped loudly. At that, Kimba came bursting through. Andya skidded to her father's side, and licked his maw.

       "Kimba, get Janvia!" she called desperatly, and looked back to her father.

       "Andya.." he whispered. Andya put her face right next to his.

       "Yes, daddy? What is it?" she whispered gently.

       "Protect... protect the Ozolissis... with your life...do not give it to someone till you are ready... Naspen..." he mumbled. Andya licked her father's maw again.

       "I will daddy, I promise."

       "Good...good..." and Lighting closed his eyes.

       Andya paced infront of the alpa's den. Kimba was sitting down at the entrance, watching her go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

       "Okay! Andya! Stop that! You're givin' me a headache!" Kimba burst, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Andya sat down with a huff, and looked about.

       "Honestly, Andya! It'll be okay, okay? Just... calm down!" Kimba said. Andya paid no heed to him and got up again, pacing in a circle this time. Kimba rolled his eyes and stood up, padding over to a small stream running through their camp. He lapped up the cool water, and sighed, turning around. He yelped, and fell on his back, into the cold water. A female wolf was standing over him, looking at him with curiousity. Kimba blinked, looking up at her.

       "Hi..." he squeaked out. Andya turned her head from where she was, and her fur bristled.

       "Kimba! That's a Tein spy!" she howled, and lept upon the fae. The fae said nothing, but let Andya tumble her down. Andya pinned the fae down, and snarled in her face.

       "What are you doing here, Teinian!" she spat. The fae looked up at Andya, and blinked. Andya waited for a response, but none came.

       "Speak, wolf!" she growled. At this, the fae smirked, and opened her mouth. Andya bit her tongue, and looked away. She got off the fae and let her get up. She was a mute. Kimba had gotten up, and was looking at the two girls in surprise.

       "What are you doing, Andya!? She's from Tein, isn't she?" Kimba asked. Andya could hear wolves in their dens coming to