The Lightning Strike

The sound of thunder woke the Greek wolf, and he exited the safety of his den. He watched with interest as lightening struck and lit up the dark and gloomy world. He had always been captivated by the beauty of nature, but in recent hours that beauty had been washed away by the gray clouds and whirling winds. Aegeus sat outside his den, tense for he knew that this was no ordinary storm. The man was all too familiar with the funnel-shaped cloud of destruction, as he lost many packmates to these stroms.

When the sound of his leader's howl reached his ears, Aegeus answered with distress clear in his voice. On my way. As his song died down, he instantly took off in the direction of which his Alpha's voice came from. He soon arrived and stood in the presence of all of his leaders. He gave a quick bow then stood tall, ready to do whatever was needed of him. For he had struggled to figure out if this place was to be his home, and he had come to the conclusion that it was not. However he asked himself if these wolves were to be his new family and he had decided they were.

He was loyal to his new pack and was at their service. His eyes flickered to the the dark Alpha's stomach and then to the flaming furred male. Aegeus knew much about pups for he spent an abundant of time with them back in his old pack, and having a pregnant wolf stressed and in harms way was never a good thing. Though he had much on his mind, the Greek wolf stayed still and silent looking to his leader's for commands.