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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 eye mother watches over her cubs as they either drink from her or sleep under neath her fur to keep warm. The cubs are having a gather later this evening to recieve their pack names and thier in den names that they will be called at a later time within the story. The cubs are all in the softness of the leaves and straw and resting as so thier mother can gain her streath and and feast on leftover mice and berries for her meal to help her cubs. She enjoys her meal with the elder wolves in the den with her, as a another mother wolf looks after her cubs. Thier mother a hunter herself, and proud, but shy pack member. She is freindly, outgoing, strong, but gentle. her coat has three layers which is long to the ground, in the winter, with grey tones, and white over tonesand cream as her second layer. her eyes like two of her other cubs are blue. She doesn't like confict and she only trust a few other wolves within her pack.
Later that morning
The pack returns from there hunting and the cubs father comes to check the cubs and his co partener. He joins the cubs at their laying site, and lays down. licking his chops from the blood of the hunt he had been on. The cubs father a strong, out spoken, warrior, has a medium build and also a thik coat, has seen many battles and he has a few scars to show, thier is one over his eye from a fight he had before the cubs had been born. A scar on his right hind leg. One on his left side ribs. His coat was four layers of creams and whites and his eyes the yellow brown flowers of the first spring. He has nobel blood as his parents where a nobel pack. His name was even nobel. Amadel the great after his grandfather. aboth his father and grandfather where also Artic wolves each had thier own packs in other terrriories of the B.C., Mountins. Though fights would offten break out within those packs, they came together for hunting to show the others how to do it.
The cubs mother had gone out with the younger lower ranks to stretch her legs from laying all night. Phara went to the watering hole just twenty mintues away for a drink.
The cubs snuggled into thier fathers coat, and he lick each cubs head, paws, or fur. The rest of the pack had either gone to go do there dutes outside in the snow and in around the dens enterane, to keep a look out for other pretors that may endanger the young cubs.
The snow glistened with the sun rays, on the mountins, trees and on the ground. The snow was at least up to mid way on the tree trunks and up to the chests of the cubs mother's chest. while a har walk to the drinking stream. It was a nice view. The air was crisp, but not a bitter cold two nights before. The wind was mild, and out of the east. that afternoon, as the mother began to walk, and look around. She could smell mice and berries in the air as well. The younger ranking w olves, and the cubs mother Phara, and the birds howled and sang with softness together and it sounded like a song. Some snow rabbits had come out of there own caves within the walls of other mountins orback the under ground dens. The scouts and hunters had come onto a smaller baby moose, which had been driven away from its herd, and it was easy for the Phara and the others to bring it down. They each tore into the mooses flesh and dragged it back to the den one by one. The last was Phara with its small head. That would help feed her cubs, the cubs father and her for two nights at least.
Later that night, the cubs had started getting fussy and wanting their mothers milk, so she went to them and fed them, the cubs father had gone to where the others and place the small moose and dug his fangs into the rib meat. Blood and flesh rip as he eat his fill. the other members of the pack where then allowed to dig in. He then went back to his partner and cubs and lay down. The others of the pak had gone deeper into the den to either care for some of thier own cubs or the eat, or groom themselves. The night had felt bitter cold then the morning, and they dare not go out, as the snow had stated and you could not see in frount of you, and you may get into trouble or even lost. If you went out, so the rest of the pack slept. ....
Another two packs...
Off in a another part of the forest lives the grey wolves, and Timber wolves. They Grey wolves are on the east side of the mountins and the Timber wolves live closer to the big lake on the south side. The packs come together only at night to do the hunting, and manly fight with another other packs that come into thier terrory. The grey pack wolves are a proud, fearsome bunch, And will finish a fight if they must. There leader a gainly main coat, with scars all over his body, as seen many a fights in his time, and his female his mating with another member of the pack as the leader can no longer have cubs of his own. The Timber wolf pack are Phara's parents. They are bold, gathering, hunt for sport and kill on sight if you cross the line type wolves.
Both packs know enough to be a dangous and lethel enough if the packs can not see eye to eye. And most times they get along but other times the healers and mages of the timbers help those are band or kicked out of the Grey pack wolf clan. Phara's parents lead their pack into the hunting while they grey wolves are their for support for tonight. They bring down six deer, gather herbs, berries, fish, and even birds, or a squarel or two. But tonight they deer are the primary goal for each of the packs. Elder and Angel lead the timbers into the depths of their terrory on the mountin where they have cought the scent of the deer. Meanwhile the Grey pack herd the smaller deer into the timber waiting teeth.
Mazez and Boxtail of the timber pack bring down the rest of the deer they need.
© Ghostwriter Phoenix
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 eye mother watches over her cubs as they either drink from her or sleep under neath her fur to keep warm. The cubs are having a gather later this evening to recieve their pack names and thier in den names that they will be called at a later time within the story. The cubs are all in the softness of the leaves and straw and resting as so thier mother can gain her streath and and feast on leftover mice and berries for her meal to help her cubs. She enjoys her meal with the elder wolves in the den with her, as a another mother wolf looks after her cubs. Thier mother a hunter herself, and proud, but shy pack member. She is freindly, outgoing, strong, but gentle. her coat has three layers which is long to the ground, in the winter, with grey tones, and white over tonesand cream as her second layer. her eyes like two of her other cubs are blue. She doesn't like confict and she only trust a few other wolves within her pack.
Later that morning
The pack returns from there hunting and the cubs father comes to check the cubs and his co partener. He joins the cubs at their laying site, and lays down. licking his chops from the blood of the hunt he had been on. The cubs father a strong, out spoken, warrior, has a medium build and also a thik coat, has seen many battles and he has a few scars to show, thier is one over his eye from a fight he had before the cubs had been born. A scar on his right hind leg. One on his left side ribs. His coat was four layers of creams and whites and his eyes the yellow brown flowers of the first spring. He has nobel blood as his parents where a nobel pack. His name was even nobel. Amadel the great after his grandfather. aboth his father and grandfather where also Artic wolves each had thier own packs in other terrriories of the B.C., Mountins. Though fights would offten break out within those packs, they came together for hunting to show the others how to do it.
The cubs mother had gone out with the younger lower ranks to stretch her legs from laying all night. Phara went to the watering hole just twenty mintues away for a drink.
The cubs snuggled into thier fathers coat, and he lick each cubs head, paws, or fur. The rest of the pack had either gone to go do there dutes outside in the snow and in around the dens enterane, to keep a look out for other pretors that may endanger the young cubs.
The snow glistened with the sun rays, on the mountins, trees and on the ground. The snow was at least up to mid way on the tree trunks and up to the chests of the cubs mother's chest. while a har walk to the drinking stream. It was a nice view. The air was crisp, but not a bitter cold two nights before. The wind was mild, and out of the east. that afternoon, as the mother began to walk, and look around. She could smell mice and berries in the air as well. The younger ranking w olves, and the cubs mother Phara, and the birds howled and sang with softness together and it sounded like a song. Some snow rabbits had come out of there own caves within the walls of other mountins orback the under ground dens. The scouts and hunters had come onto a smaller baby moose, which had been driven away from its herd, and it was easy for the Phara and the others to bring it down. They each tore into the mooses flesh and dragged it back to the den one by one. The last was Phara with its small head. That would help feed her cubs, the cubs father and her for two nights at least.
Later that night, the cubs had started getting fussy and wanting their mothers milk, so she went to them and fed them, the cubs father had gone to where the others and place the small moose and dug his fangs into the rib meat. Blood and flesh rip as he eat his fill. the other members of the pack where then allowed to dig in. He then went back to his partner and cubs and lay down. The others of the pak had gone deeper into the den to either care for some of thier own cubs or the eat, or groom themselves. The night had felt bitter cold then the morning, and they dare not go out, as the snow had stated and you could not see in frount of you, and you may get into trouble or even lost. If you went out, so the rest of the pack slept. ....
Another two packs...
Off in a another part of the forest lives the grey wolves, and Timber wolves. They Grey wolves are on the east side of the mountins and the Timber wolves live closer to the big lake on the south side. The packs come together only at night to do the hunting, and manly fight with another other packs that come into thier terrory. The grey pack wolves are a proud, fearsome bunch, And will finish a fight if they must. There leader a gainly main coat, with scars all over his body, as seen many a fights in his time, and his female his mating with another member of the pack as the leader can no longer have cubs of his own. The Timber wolf pack are Phara's parents. They are bold, gathering, hunt for sport and kill on sight if you cross the line type wolves.
Both packs know enough to be a dangous and lethel enough if the packs can not see eye to eye. And most times they get along but other times the healers and mages of the timbers help those are band or kicked out of the Grey pack wolf clan. Phara's parents lead their pack into the hunting while they grey wolves are their for support for tonight. They bring down six deer, gather herbs, berries, fish, and even birds, or a squarel or two. But tonight they deer are the primary goal for each of the packs. Elder and Angel lead the timbers into the depths of their terrory on the mountin where they have cought the scent of the deer. Meanwhile the Grey pack herd the smaller deer into the timber waiting teeth.
Mazez and Boxtail of the timber pack bring down the rest of the deer they need.
© Ghostwriter Phoenix
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