Blackfeather Woods For the night is dark and full of stories

 She looked up at her leader. She was proud of the queen's strength and power. How she ran the Pack. But when she gazed at her, Ohen, and a stranger she hadn't seen, she felt awkward amongst the bunch. But she shook off that feeling as Meldresi asked for stories. It would have been nice to tell the Pack about her ancestors, but decided not to. Maybe a classic that her mother always told her. She cleared her throat and spoke, "If you don't mind, I would like to tell a story." She glanced around, looking at the others around her. She stood up to face them. "It's a story of the Lone Wolf. How one wolf started the loner trend." She looked into the distance, brining back the words.

  "In the quiet woods a long time ago, all wolves where in Packs. None where alone. All had family. Back then, you would be categorized impure without a Pack of your own. But there was one wolf who was against this. He thought it was unfair, for he knew many wolves would rather carve there own path. So one night, he snuck out, away from everyone, everything. The wolves of the land presumed him dead. But no. Instead, he had started a great quest. An adventure. Soon enough, he found a beautiful  sanctuary. A place more grand then any other.

One day, one of his old Packages found him, and copied his loner ways. Then another, and another. That is how it all started. Being a lone wolf is a sign freedom." When she finished, she studied them all.