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The life of Myst.
Welcome to the life of Myst.
This will be a series novel.
A cub has been born to a family of Artic wolves. Her mother a pure snow white beta, and second in command of her pack. Her father a cream white, handsome, strong alpha and leader. Her mother gave birth in a warm den, on top of dried leaves, straw on a bitter cold night, to four cubs through the night. Myst would be the third born of the four. The three others where a grey, cream, white, and cream just like there parents almost. The grey was a mix of her wolf grandparents, but was born an off white like her mother. Her four siblings where all healthy, and strong, Nobel, each cub had unique differences to them, and Myst was as well her eye color was very unique and it made her stand out. Though when it is bright, or sunny her eyes will look like the are voilet but in fact are blue. Two wolf cubs have brown eyes like there father. Myst, and the other cub almost like their mother's. Each had thick, shiny coats, but Myst was born with two single straight grey strips on her head. which those strips will disappear in two years.
The forest in which their pack live the tree branches creaking, black and grey squirrels chattering in the pines, leaves rustling with the wind whistling around trunks, while the snow was blowing in a eastern direction, small birds singing, rustle of the running river on the northern top of the mountins and coming down the streams to feed the river with fresh water. Some ponds frozen over with ice. Mice and other small prey where off somewhere in there homes they made. The deer,and other animals the pack hunt are plenty. Also available are berries, and small fish. But at this time of year are hard to come by.
Myst's mother lays in her den with her cubs licking and grooming each of them from their births. While their father has gone with some of the pack to hunt for food for the pack and the new cubs. A keen...
This will be a series novel.
A cub has been born to a family of Artic wolves. Her mother a pure snow white beta, and second in command of her pack. Her father a cream white, handsome, strong alpha and leader. Her mother gave birth in a warm den, on top of dried leaves, straw on a bitter cold night, to four cubs through the night. Myst would be the third born of the four. The three others where a grey, cream, white, and cream just like there parents almost. The grey was a mix of her wolf grandparents, but was born an off white like her mother. Her four siblings where all healthy, and strong, Nobel, each cub had unique differences to them, and Myst was as well her eye color was very unique and it made her stand out. Though when it is bright, or sunny her eyes will look like the are voilet but in fact are blue. Two wolf cubs have brown eyes like there father. Myst, and the other cub almost like their mother's. Each had thick, shiny coats, but Myst was born with two single straight grey strips on her head. which those strips will disappear in two years.
The forest in which their pack live the tree branches creaking, black and grey squirrels chattering in the pines, leaves rustling with the wind whistling around trunks, while the snow was blowing in a eastern direction, small birds singing, rustle of the running river on the northern top of the mountins and coming down the streams to feed the river with fresh water. Some ponds frozen over with ice. Mice and other small prey where off somewhere in there homes they made. The deer,and other animals the pack hunt are plenty. Also available are berries, and small fish. But at this time of year are hard to come by.
Myst's mother lays in her den with her cubs licking and grooming each of them from their births. While their father has gone with some of the pack to hunt for food for the pack and the new cubs. A keen...
