Bravenger lay down on a rock, enjoying the sun on his back. He closed his eyes and sighed with contentment, he remembered Striker, whom he had became 'friends' with. He suddenly saw the old black wolf walking by and immediately shot up and ran over to him, he wasn't even aware that Striker was the wolf that had killed his parents. "Hey Striker, what're you doing old-timer?" He asked, his tail wagged as he tilted his head to the side.
"It is none of your business, kid." Replied Striker, releasing a small growl. He pushed past the young wolf infront of him and mumbled something inaudible under his breath. Striker had been accepted into the pack not that long ago, and none of them were aware Striker was the one who murdered Bravenger's parents. He grinned to himself evily, thinking up more evil plans. He began planning a way to kill Bravenger, for he wanted to get rid of everyone related to the young wolf
and Bravenger himself. His reasons were unknown, as was his past. If someone asked him about his past, he would tell them lies just to keep them quiet. Striker sat beneath a snow-covered tree and curled up before slowly falling asleep. He was quite lazy sometimes, and often slept during the day, he would carry out his evil plans at night while everyone else was asleep.
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Scythe rested in the shadows, his brownish-grey fur blew to one side because of the soft wind that was blowing. He sniffed all the scents around him, getting used to his surroundings before the time finally came when he would try and be accepted into the pack. His father was already in the pack, and had evil intentions. Scythe was forced to do as his father told him, and he was very reluctant to help his dad. He got up and stretched before walking away deeper into the shadows, he would show himself when the time was right, and that time..Was nearing.
