Kaltag requested this and she owns Demon and Lithor.

Whenever I see the moon over a mountain, I think of Demon, a wolf who taught me more than I ever thought I could learn. Now, I always know within me I can do anything because she taught me about life and love.

Demon looked across the clearing where her pack lived. It was deserted as dawns early lights stretched across the clear sky. She shook her purple fur as she stretched her purple paws, yawning.

Demon heard the quiet crack of a twig and spun around, fur bristling. But she relaxed when she saw her friend, Tundra. Tundra had silver fur and ice blue eyes. Her ears are different than most wolf ears because instead of going straight up, they drooped down a little bit.

"Hey," chuckled Tundra. "Don't have a heart attack. It's just me." She sat down beside Demon.

"I knew that," Demon replied, sitting down.

"Uh-hu," snorted Tundra.

"Really!" Demon replied, getting a little irritated. She had always had a short temper and Tundra knew that so she dropped the subject.

"Guess what," barked Tundra.

"What?" Demon asked in reply.

"I have no idea!" Tundra replied, wagging her tail like she had made a huge discovery.

"Lovely," chuckled Demon.

"Why are you sitting out here so early?" Tundra asked.

Demon sighed. She had known that this would come up. "I've been waking up early recently. I have a feeling that something terrible will happen."

"Well, don't worry," Tundra replied. "It can't be too terrible, right? As long as we have the pack, we're fine."

"You're right," agreed Demon. "Why am I so worried?"

"I dunno," Tundra replied.

Demon said, "Want to get some breakfast?"

"Why not?" Tundra trotted to the pile of prey and grabbed a large rat. "Share?" Demon shrugged and bent down to take a bite but instead of taking a bite, she grabbed the rat and ran. "Hey!" Laughing, Tundra raced after her friend.

Demon glanced over her shoulder, saw Tundra running after her and ran faster. Demon thundered across the grassy ground as the sun crept into the sky.

"Hey! Stop!" A voice howled after them. Tundra slowed to a stop and Demon followed her example. "The pack are just waking up." A gray wolf trotted to the two friends. "Tundra, go hunt, Demon go back to the camp." Tundra growled but did as she was told.

"Why?" Demon snarled as Tundra disappeared from view.

"The leader wants to see you," the gray wolf replied. "What’s it to you?"

"It’s me he wants to see, bone-head!" snapped Demon.

"Oh yeah, right," replied the gray wolf. "He says that it’s private." Demon glared at him then trotted to the leaders den.

"Hello?" She slowly entered the pitch-black cave. She felt her nose touch a sticky substance. She drew back, disgusted. Spider webs!

"Demon," said a voice.

"Kikiwi?" Demon asked, her purple fur rising slowly.

"Yes." The leader trotted to her. "You don’t have to be so fierce all the time."

"With you I do," snapped Demon. "You killed my sister."

"I did not!" Kikiwi snarled. "I told you, she died of her own accord."

"What did you want of me?" Demon asked.

"I wanted…" He hesitated. "I wanted to tell you to go hunt."

"You lie," she snapped.

"I do not," he said.

"I can sense it," she snarled.

"Leave," he told her. "Go find your friend, daughter."

"I am no daughter of yours." Demon turned and left. Once she was gone, a white wolf entered.

"Is it done?" Kikiwi asked.

The wolf nodded his large head. "Yes."

"Give Demon a few minutes to find her friend then bring the pack to her," Kikiwi instructed. "You have done well, Glacier."

"Keep your part of the bargain," Glacier growled.

"Fine." He flicked his tail and looked at the wolves at the back of the den. "Release the prisoners." A gray wolf nodded his head and threw a small, skinny pup at Glacier, who caught him in his teeth.

"Now give me Breeze," he ordered.

"Oh yes," Kikiwi said. "Your mate, isn’t she? She didn’t make it, I’m afraid." Losing control of himself, Glacier turned to the guards.

"Leave us," he barked. The guards grinned at him as they passed.

"You had something going on with them?" Kikiwi asked, his eyes widening.

"Oh yes," Glacier said. "You see, we all think that your time as come." Kikiwi’s eyes widened as Glacier advanced on him.

Demon raced through the trees. Where was Tundra? Demon’s paws flew across the wet earth as the clouds began to sprinkle. She stopped and looked at the sky as the rain started to fall harder.

"A wolf of the Rain Cloud Pack has died today," she murmured. All of the wolves in her pack, the Rain Cloud Pack, believed that when the sky began to cry (rain) without a warning, one had just died. She considered turning back but changed her mind. She had to find Tundra! She ran onward, searching for the form of a white wolf. Then she saw her friend. Although, Tundra was not recognizable anymore. Her fur was stained red.

"Tundra!"

Even though, Demon had been about to cry her friend’s name, she didn’t have time. A light gray male wolf beat her to Tundra. Demon started towards them but the male swerved his head around to look at her and snarled.

"Keep away from her, filth!" he growled.

"What?" Demon clawed the ground. "Who are you to tell me to stay away?"

"Tundra’s brother," he snarled.

"Shadow." Demon was struck with realization. "I didn’t recognize you. You’re never angry. You’re a- what is it? Pacifist?"

"I don’t like fighting," he snarled. "But I could kill you now."

"What?" Shock flew through Demon. "Why?"

"Don’t act innocent," he growled. "You killed my sister."

This made her blood run cold. "What?"

"Don’t play innocent."

Howls rang out through the morning air. Demon turned around and saw her pack filing toward them. Glacier snarled at Demon and stepped forward.

"She killed our leader then killed her "friend"!" he screeched.

"What?" Demon snarled at him. "If you’re going to accuse me of something, warn me first, will you?" She turned back towards her friend but she was tackled by Shadow, who pinned her and snarled.

"Do not kill her," Glacier growled. "Let her go."

This caused an uproar. "Why?" called the wolves of the pack.

"She is no use to us dead," the white wolf snapped.

"What use is she alive?" asked Shadow.

"I cannot tell anyone near her," hissed Glacier. Shadow growled but moved out of Demon’s way. Demon leaped to her paws and glared at every single one of them. How could they? She knew them all better than that! Or so she thought.

"I am leaving now," she said, "and I won’t be back."

Lithor stretched his brown paws and yawned. He trotted into the sunlight and plopped down into its bright rays. He yawned and looked around. He had almost forgotten that he wasn’t with the pack. Man, he felt stupid! He was a member of the Tryluns, a pack of banished wolves from different packs who work in secret to bring down wolves who grabbed the packs using evil means. He had left to find help but so far he had no luck. e He stre He stretched once more then set off through the forest. He had only been walking about 5 minutes when a purple wolf ran straight into him. She stood up and glared down at him, as he stood slowly.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

"Lithor," he replied. He looked at her and realized she wasn’t any older than he was, only about 2 years. "You?"

"Demon," she said. "My pack banished me." His ears perked up. "They said I killed my leader, Kikiwi, and my best friend. It’s not true though! I think Glacier did it."

"Glacier?" he asked.

"He’s probably going to be their new leader," Demon told him. "I have no where to go." Then she realized what she was saying. "But that doesn’t mean I trust you! I just had a lot on my chest and wanted to share with someone."

"I was banished too," he said.

"Why should I care?" Demon asked.

"No reason," Lithor responded. "I know a place you can go."

"I’m not that interested in having a place to sleep," Demon growled. "I want revenge."

Lithor chose his words carefully. "Well, the place I want to take you are planning to get… er… revenge against those who lied and murdered."

This interested Demon. "Oh, really? I guess I could go…" Lithor’s heart leapt. "But," she added, "we’re not friends."

"I understand," he said. He swept one paw off the ground and bowed. "I am your guide." Demon looked at him like he had suddenly turned into a cat.

"Yeah… don’t do that." She brushed past him. "Well, which way?" Lithor shook his head. She was really killing his style.

"This way," he said as snow started to lightly fall.

"I thought you knew where you were going!" Demon howled over the wind.

"I do!" Lithor yelled. "I never said it was easy!" Demon snorted. To her, not mentioning it wasn’t easy was like not mentioning it was a death route. Not that she couldn’t make it, she could, but all the same, he should have told her! Now, they were on a mountain path in the middle of nowhere!

"Yeah, whatever," she grumbled.

"Okay." Lithor spun around to face her. "You have to help me here. We have to work together."

"I’d sooner die," she snarled.

"If we don’t, we’ll both die," he said coolly.

Demon wanted to say, "so be it" but she held herself back. "Fine. How do we work together?"

Lithor smiled. "Trust me."

She stiffened. Trust this wolf? Why not ask her to remove her legs? She decided to say nothing except, "Let’s keep moving."

He nodded. "Ok." He led her onward. His paws began to feel heavy. He was tired of Demon’s arguing. He wished that she would just accept him and work with him. But he knew he would have to struggle for her full trust.

Demon trudged behind him through the snow. She was tired and homesick but she wasn’t homesick enough to cry or pout. She’d get over it. This was her time for revenge.

Lithor looked over his shoulder at Demon. More than anything, he wanted her to trust him. No one really trusted him. He wanted someone he could talk to, who wouldn’t laugh at him or tease him. He wanted a true friend, who he could count on. He had a feeling inside him that his desired friend was her. He wouldn’t give up easily.

"What are you looking at, flea?" Demon spat.

"Nothing," Lithor said. He stood still and turned around to face her. "Will you stay with the pack after the battle?"

"I don’t know," Demon sighed. It wasn’t a lie. She didn’t know. She felt like it was where she needed to be so she’d see what happened from there. She walked onward so Lithor walked backwards.

"Oh," he replied.

"Watch out!" she barked. Lithor had forgotten that they were in mountains and he had fallen over the side of a cliff because he hadn’t turned. Demon ran to him since he was hanging on with one paw. She grabbed his scruff and pulled. She finally had him up. "Never walk backwards again," she panted. He grinned.

"I won’t," he said. "Why’d you save me? I thought you hated me."

"You’re my guide," she said. "Shall we continue?"

"Yeah," Lithor sighed. They stood up and walked onward, side by side.

That night, Demon woke up suddenly. She had just had a nightmare of Glacier following her and killing her. She shook her fur and looked around. She almost expected him to leap at her but she reminded herself that she was being stupid.

"Are you okay?" asked Lithor, standing up. "We can start moving again, if you want."

"Okay," Demon replied. "Let’s do that." She was shocked that she found herself smiling at him! She replaced the smile quickly with a frown and flicked her tail at him, walking ahead.

Lithor raised an eyebrow. So she did have a soft side. He trotted after her. "So, Demon, where do you come from?"

"The question," Demon snapped, "is where do you come from."

"The Tryluns," Lithor said. "The place I’m taking you."

"Didn’t know it had a name."

"Every place has a name."

"I guess."

"What about you?" Lithor asked. Demon snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, you can’t barricade yourself forever!"

"Watch me," she growled. The sun was slowly lifting into the sky.

Lithor froze. "Demon, scent the air."

"What?"

"Do it," he growled. Taken aback, she sniffed.

"Glacier," she gasped. "Lithor, we have to go."

"Why?" Lithor asked. He blinked. "Is he in your pack?"
"Was," Demon growled. "Can we fight him?"

"The pack might be with him," Lithor replied. "We keep our guard on but keep moving. Revenge comes later."

Demon nodded. "Fine. Let’s go." She caught herself then. Was she beginning to respect him? Or maybe even like him? Of course not. She was being stupid. Was she?

"You okay?" Lithor asked.

"Fine." Demon said. "Hurry up. I want to get to that pack of yours." He nodded, smiling. "What?" Demon snapped. "Why are you smiling?"

"Just happy," he replied, padding on.

"What about?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Being with you."

The moon had risen into the sky and stars had joined it in its vigil. Demon kept her eyes on the path ahead. Since Lithor had said the comment about being together, they hadn’t exchanged a word. She wasn’t exactly angry about the comment but yet she wasn’t exactly pleased. She was confused. She had been so rude to him and yet he said he was glad they were together. Why would he say that? Either he was lying or… or…. She shook her head, not wanting to think about it. She felt horrible, tired, and alone. But yet…. Demon shook her head again; not sure she liked where her mind was going with this. But yet, continued her mind, I don’t feel as alone anymore. Not with Lithor anyway. I actually feel… whole. Like I belong and I have a place to go, a friend. At this, Demon froze.

"You okay?" Lithor asked.

"Yeah," she said slowly. Then her eyes widened. "You’re leading me to a rebellion!"

"So?" asked Lithor.

"Glacier’s following! He’ll follow us there!" she cried.

"Oh, no he won’t!" Lithor spun around and snarled. "Come out and fight, coward!" Suddenly, a white wolf flew at Lithor, knocking him over. Lithor yelped as Glacier grabbed his scruff and threw him against the side of the mountain.

"No!" Demon threw herself at Glacier, knocking him over.

"Keep out of this! Your turn comes later!" Glacier kicked her off, sending her to the path’s edge, about a meter away from the cliff’s edge.

"Leave her be!" Lithor sped to Demon and stood infront of her, blocking her from Glacier. The white wolf advanced on him, baring his large teeth.

"Why are you sticking together when she’d stab you in the back without notice? Demon is a traitor who cares for no one but herself," Glacier growled.

"I don’t care what she thinks of me," Lithor snarled. "But my thoughts of her aren’t changing. I-" He didn’t get to finish because Glacier rammed into him and pinned him, lowering his long fangs toward his throat. At this point, Demon had gotten up and walked behind the wolves, so that she was facing the cliff.

"No!" Demon threw herself at Glacier. She had planned this even though she knew the outcome. Biting and scratching, she herded him to the cliff’s edge. Looking back at Lithor one last time, she smiled then leapt at Glacier, toppling over the edge with him.

"Demon!" Lithor raced to the edge, staring over. Demon was on the ground, motionless. "No."

By the time Lithor had reached her, Demon was fighting for breath. When Lithor bent over her, she looked at him, her eyes pleading.

"Is he dead?" she murmured. Lithor looked at Glacier and saw that his chest was still.

"Yes," he whispered, bending down beside her. "Please, don’t die, Demon."

Demon smiled softly. "But I must. I see Tundra coming for me."

"No." Lithor looked at the sky. "You can’t have her yet! Please, don’t take her from me."

"Lithor," Demon whispered. "Do not mourn me. Enjoy life, move on, raise a family."

"No," Lithor said firmly. "I can’t."

"You can." Demon looked at him sadly but smiled again. "I want to tell you something."

"What?" Lithor asked, coming nearer. "I’ll always listen to you. I’ll never leave you and you’ll always be in my heart," he said before she could speak.

Demon smiled as she remembered their first meeting. "So let me speak," she said kinder than she would have if she had been speaking to anyone else. "Lithor-" But he never heard anymore. For Demon gave a sigh and left him alone as rain suddenly began to pour. He lifted his head to the moon and let out a slow, mournful, respectful howl, as rain crawled down his fur.

Demon’s words still ring through my head. I’ll never move on but I’m strong now. I’m strong enough to continue down this hard path of life. She was a wonderful friend, a great wolf, and she knew what was worth saying and what was not. She knew more than I ever did and I will always respect her and know that her spirit is within me and is always ready to return to the fight.