began to lead the way, checking on his new mate to see if she was still close to him every five minutes.

Half hour later, they both found an adandoned den inside of a cliff, instead of a mountain, or behind a water fall, or a big rock in the forest. The cave was fairly small, but it could fit up to five wolves in their, so i was pretty much good space for Maxwell & Angela alone.

Angela laid down deep in the cliff cave, and sighed sadly, resting her head on her front paws, ears twitching.

Maxwell walked over to her and licked her between the ears. "Don't worry, it'll be alright," Maxwell said softly. "We can start a family together, and make our own pack," he suggested, smiling warmly.

Angela looked up at Maxwell, and sighed again. "Yeah... maybe..." she muttered.

Maxwell laid down beside her, and began to lick her cheek and nuzzle her. Angela did the same, and pretty soon they fell asleep, when it wasn't even night...

Two weeks had passed, and both Maxwell & Angela discovered that Angela was pregnant with puppies, and there would be only eight more weeks, until she gave birth.

Max wanted to be a good father, and he was always hunt for Angela six times a day, and would try to take good care of Angela so he could have healthy pups once they were born.

One day, Max was sitting outside in the den, until he heard cries of battle in the sky. His ears pricked forward and he looked towards a familiar wolf popping out of the bushes, bloodied and smuthered.

"Cristian!" he cried, running over to him. "What happened!" he asked, listening very good.

"It's Red Pack, they attacked, and we need your help!" Cristian cried, panting, and collapsing to the ground.

Max raised a brow at him, and snorted in disgust. "Why would I want to help you when you banished my mate and I?" Maxwell growled, turning his back on him.

"We were wrong to do that, Max, we actually need you!" Cristian panted. "Just please help us!"

Max sighed. "Okay, you stay here with Angela, and I'll go," Max growled, and ran off.

It didn't take him long to make it to the battle field. He jumped into the fight, and began to kill and throw away other wolves. Suddenly, something hit him, and he fell into the snow hard, and his whole world went black...

Maxwell's eye lids slowly began to open, his ears perked up, and he lifted his head off the ground, and looked around. He saw everyone from Blue Pack, all dead...

"We didn't make it, did we?"

Max's ears pricked, and he looked to his side, seeing Julie staring at him with her eyes opened. He sighed with relief, seeing he wasn't the only one alive. He gasped lightly.

"No... we didn't..."

He looked behind him, seeing two more wolves rise, Kelvin & Dewayne. Max & Julie got to their paws, and all four of them walked up to each other.

"I guess we're the only ones alive," Kelvin mumbled. "What are we going to do now?"

Max thought. "Maybe, you could live with Angela & I? Cristian is still alive, he's with Angela right now."

Dewayne sighed. "Thank goodness," he muttered. "Okay, if it's alright with Angela..."

"I'm pretty sure she'll let you..." Max muttered back, turning around and leading the other three away from the blood and gore in the fields.

It didn't take them long, until they arrived to a familiar den with Angela & Cristian waiting. All of the wolves approuched each other.

"Did we win!" Cristian asked anxiously, ears twitching.

Julie sighed. "No... no, we didn't..." she mumbled.

Cristian's face faded. He lowered his ears and whimpered.

"Don't worry, you can live with us," Maxwell suggested. "If it's alright with Angela..." Max looked over at the big female.

Angela nodded. "Sure, I guess. If Brayden isn't here," she mumbled, ears twitching.

Maxwell understood what she ment. If Brayden was still alive, and came with them, he would surely take over the pack, and maybe banish them again if they did one more mistake, and Max didn't want that to happen again.

"Don't worry, Brayden isn't here," said Dewayne, with a sigh, also knowing what she ment. He looked up a sky, and he blinked out a tear. "Orlaith..." he whispered softly.

Max whimpered, feeling sorry for Dewayne. He knew that Orlaith & Dewayne were in love, and he knew what it would of felt loosing a loved one, even though Max himself never lost one before.

"I don't think we should stay here any longer," Maxwell blurted. "If we do, Red Pack might come here and attack  us again."

Everyone nodded, and began to move out, away from the den and out into the open snow.

Max looked over to Angela, and walked over to her. "Is it alright with you, Angela?" he asked softly, worried about her. He knew that she was pregnant, and that would make her slow and lazy along the way, and he didn't want to force her to come with them. And if she didn't want to go, he didn't want to go either.

Angela smiled sweetly. "Don't worry, Max," she giggled. "I can still walk." She got up and began to follow all of the other wolves.

Max smiled after her, and began to follow his friends. He frowned a little, thinking about how long it would take to find a new home. This is going to be a long journey... he thought, his ears twitching.

Maxwell and his new pack had traveled for five weeks, and they still hadn't found a home yet. Another blizzard was coming in, and it would be difficult, especially for Angela, since she was pregnant, and would get tired easily. She also only had three more weeks until the puppies were due.

Max paused and he looked up, also making his pack stop. There in front of him was a very large mountain. "Do you think we can find shelter there?" Max asked, looking at his pack.

The pack looked at each other, and studied the mountain for a while. They all finally nodded.

Max nodded also, and looked back up the mountain. It was very huge, and looked as if it would take two days to climb up. That wasn't going to stop Max though, and he and his other friends began to climb.

They had finally reached the mountain just in ten minutes, and they sheltered in a den in the mountain, near a waterfall, until the blizzard had finally ended two hours later.

Three weeks had passed, and it was finally time for Maxwell & Angela's puppies to be born.

Maxwell was pacing anxiously and nervously outside the cave, as he was listening to the painful cries. Everyone including him had to stay outside except for Julie, since males weren't aloud to watch the female give birth. Everytime he heard his mate cry, he wanted to go inside and comfort her, but he knew that he couldn't. His heart pounded, with worry, yet excitement also.

Pretty soon it all stopped, and Julie came back out, telling Maxwell to come inside. Max gulped and began to pad inside the cave. He looked over at Angela, and smiled warmly, running as quickly as he could over to her.

Max smiled and sat down beside Angela, looking down at six beautiful, healthy pups. "They're so beautiful," he said softly.

"Yeah... beautiful..."

Max looked up and saw Angela staring up at him instead of the pups teasingly.

Max laughed softly, and nuzzled her. Angela nuzzled him back, and looked down at the pups. "We need names..." she thought. "We have three females and three males. I can name the females, and you can name the males."

Maxwell shrugged. "Sure, I guess," he muttered. "Who names the pups first?"

Angela thought. "I'll name them first. Let's see," she began to think. She looked at the three females, that looked nothing like their father. The boys looked nothing like him either.

"How about I name this one..." She looked to a puppy that had the fur pf a bear, but not the colors of a bear, and then thought of the perfect name. "Ursula? It means 'Female Bear' in Scandinavian. Then the next one should be..." Angela turned her attention to a bright colored puppy, who looked as if it had a sweet, kind hearted soul. "Candy?" she thought out loud. "Meaning bright, and sweet?" She looked over at Maxwell to see if it was alright with him, and he nodded. Angela nodded back, and looked at the last female. "And that one could be... Daphne, meaning Laurel Tree in Greek, even though she doesn't look like a tree..." she muttered half to herself.

 Maxwell wagged his tail. "Those are great names," he said softly. "Now is it my turn?" He smiled bigger when Angela nodded.

"Okay, here we go! The first one is... Josh? Just a random name, short for Joshua. And then next one is... Hamish? I know it's a Scottish name, but I don't know what it means. But that's what my great-great grandfather lived, in Scotland." Maxwell paused, and thought about the last one. "The last one should be... Rick? It means Brave Ruler in English, and it looks as if he will be the Brave Ruler of the pack when I pass away."

Angela looked pleased with the names. "Okay," she agreed. "Ursula, Candy, Daphne, Josh, Hamish & Rick it will be..."

Max smiled softly. "Rest. You had a hard day of work, you deserve it."

Angela nodded, and rested her head on her paws, quickly