Born of Shadows {j}

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Bane was patrolling the northern borders of their land when the first howl resounded from afar. Someone else would take care of it, he was sure about that for his fellow packmates were just as committed as he was to their duty, so he stayed on his guard post, reinforcing the borders with his manly odor... But then, another howl that asked for his presence specifically, echoed in the darkness. That was a completely different thing. What could be so urgent that required his authoritarian and very much regal presence?

The northern beast let out a howl to let his comrade know that he was coming, and swiftly rushed through the woods to attend the matter. A scent waded all the way to him before reaching the source of the call, the scent of a loner, a bleeding loner. Who are you? a deep voice barked from the shadows. If the wolf was looking for a healer, then he had arrived just late, for their only doctor had just given birth and would be unable to attend him.