their dens coming to their entrances, wondering what the commotion was about.

       Andya looked around at all the eyes that stared back at her. Finally, she looked to her brother.

       "Yes... she is from Tein..." she said, looking the fae up and down. She was a dusty colored one, bearing the unmistakeable makings of the Tein Pack (three strips on your back, and any other designs). But she was a mute. What good to a pack was a mute wolf? From the looks of it, it seemed she had been pourpousfully maimed in such a way. And what was she doing here?

       "Then why'd you let her go?" Kimba brought Andya back to earth. Andya looked around again at the other wolves, then back to the fae. She was looking at Andya with what she might call mercy, or even a plea...

       "She... she's a mute, Kimba," Andya said. Her eyes would not leave the females wolf's. Kimba looked at both of them, and to the other, and finally, he walked over to Andya.

       "That's no reason to let a Tein wolf be free in camp!" he hissed. Andya looked at him, and turned her gaze back to the female. Her eyes had drifted downwards. She knew she would be kicked out. Andya felt sorry for her, and walked over.

       "Do you have a name?" she asked, then smaked herself over the head. How could this new fae tell her her name!? But, to Andya's surprise, the fae looked happy, and trotted over to an aspen tree. She pointed at it, and looked to Andya.

       "Aspen?" Andya asked. The fae shook her head, and pointed to Andya again, then to the tree. Andya shrugged her shoulders.

       "I'm sorry, I don't understand," Andya said, feeling disapointed for the fae. But she continued, pointing at Andya, and then back to the aspen tree. Wolves had exited their dens, and were now crowding around Andya. Kimba pushed through the crowd, ad came to Andya's side.

       "Sis, this is stupid! You'll never get it!" he said to her. Andya glared at her brother. She hated it when he told her she could never do something. She strutted up to the Tein fae, smaking her brother with her tail, and walked over to the fae. The new wolf smiled, and pointed to the Ozolissis, then to a notch in the tree. Andya, looked from one to the other and tried to put it together.

       "Ozolotch? Aspenlissis? Ozopen?" to each of her guessesd, the new fae shook her head. Andya sat down, and while doing so, brushed up against the fae, as did the Ozolissis.

       "Naspen," the amulet whispered.

       Andya looked down at the amulet.

       Two eyes on it looked right on back.

       They blinked.

       Andya looked at the fae, who looked right back at her, smiling knowingly. She nodded her head.

       "Naspen," Andya whispered back. The fae squinted her eyes, and nodded her head.

       "Naspen..." Andya said a little louder. Kimba pushed past the crowd and stalked over to his sister in a huff. Naspen watched him the whole while, her eyes never leaveing his blonde fur.

       "Great, you found out her name. Now, why on earth is she here!" Kimba scoweled, glaring at Naspen. Naspen's eyes fell to the ground. Oh, how every day she cursed the wolf who had muted her! A tear slid down her face as she thought of it, and she looked back at the way she had come.

       Andya saw the glittering tear on Naspen's cheek, and her heart shouted not to say what she was about to.

       "I think she must have gotten lost from her pack or something. We should..." Andya started, but she couldn't finish. Naspen stared back at her shaking her head furiously.

       "What?" Andya asked. Naspen bit her lip. She couldn't answer. She looked around, her ears pinned flat against her head, then her blue eyes dwindled on her path. Her ears perked up, and an idea wizzed through her mind. She stood, and bounded through the crowd, who parted swiftly, and motioned for Andya and Kimba to follow her. Andya jumed up, following her immediatly and without question. Kimba sat back.

       "What are you two doing!?" he called. Andya's tail pushing behind the bushes was his only reply. Kimba jumped up, and raced after them.

       "Hey! Wait for me!" he called after them, and vanished.

        Just as Kimba's black tipped design tail left the camp far behind, a dark brown wolf with black markings around her eyes and a band around her neck burst forth from Lightnings den.

       "Lighting is dead!" she cried out softly. A hush fell on the clearing. From within the crowd came a small, silver, unmarked wolf with a gimpy hindleg. He limped to the middle of this camp, wolves bowing their heads low. His blind eye scored them all, not leaving one pebble unturned. He sat down with a high heir of athority, and even the greif stricken fae backed away, tears rolling down her cheeks.

       "Thank you, Janvia. Now, my pack!" The silver wolf cackled gleefully. He nodded to a black brutish wolf with many a battle scar, and another with cream fur. Both bore no traditional markings. The two wolves smiled, and turned on the wolves, snapping at the crowd. The crowd jumped in surprise, but were too shocked to react propperly. Many other wolves, all unmarked, turned on their packmates. They coraled them into a circle, and they stood around them, all looking feirce. Janvia, walked out from the others, and up to the small silver wolf, who stayed in the middle.

       "Janvia! What are you doing?" called out a dusky brown male with streaked hair. The fae turned to him, and smirked. the tears that had been present resembled laughter now.

       "Did you think the Tein wolves were the only ones who wished for power over the Ozolissis?" she questioned mysteriously. The brute looked at her, confusion written all over his features. He took a cautious step forwards, but one of the unmarked wolves lashed out at him, and forced him back into the circle. Janvia laughed, and walked coily up to the brute.

       "Aw, Colbalt, you were always a faithful beta to Lightning. And thanks to you," Janvia leaned into his ear so she could whisper, "he is dead."

       Cobalt's gaze whitened.

       "What?" he whispered hoarsly, and stared at Janvia with horror. Janvia smiled slyly to him, and showed her fangs. Then, without warning, she snapped, and her teeth met Cobalt's neck. She jerked back swiftly, opening wound from long ago. Cobalt screamed out, and an ebonite pup raced from the circle, his white-tipped tail the last thing any of the wolves saw as he dissapeared into the bushes.

       "Geive!" a blue tinged fae called, and tried to chase after the pup, but one of the guards stopped her, and snarled. A brute stepped up boldly, and took a swing. The crowd broke out into caious, and none paid heed to the silver wolf as he crept into th bushes, following both the pup and Andya's scent.