Tension was growing between the soon-to-be-joined packs, with fights being broken up constantly. While Mountain Breeze and Swamp Song focused on their upcoming nuptials, whispers of mutiny circulated within the shadows....
Finally, things came to a head during a hunt with the King's Shadow elk herd. The hunt began as normal until very suddenly, groups of their own turned on each other. It was a coordinated attack, with many of their brothers and sisters falling to their own people, and when the dust began to settle, the unthinkable happened.
The King of the elk herd had been killed, slain by one of the mutineers, and with him dead, the rest of the herd fled. Their source of food had abandoned their home. And standing with her teeth buried in his throat, a crazed glee in her eyes, was the she-wolf that Mountain had fancied before his marriage.
Their way of life fell apart after that. War broke out between the packs, death quickly following in it's footsteps, and as the ones who were meant to bring them together, the heirs to the packs were forced to flee. After all, if they had just tried harder, if they had done what they were meant to do, then perhaps none of this would have happened. They were now surrounded by enemies.
Betrayed and spirits broken, Mountain Breeze and Swamp Song fled their old home.
Finally, things came to a head during a hunt with the King's Shadow elk herd. The hunt began as normal until very suddenly, groups of their own turned on each other. It was a coordinated attack, with many of their brothers and sisters falling to their own people, and when the dust began to settle, the unthinkable happened.
The King of the elk herd had been killed, slain by one of the mutineers, and with him dead, the rest of the herd fled. Their source of food had abandoned their home. And standing with her teeth buried in his throat, a crazed glee in her eyes, was the she-wolf that Mountain had fancied before his marriage.
Their way of life fell apart after that. War broke out between the packs, death quickly following in it's footsteps, and as the ones who were meant to bring them together, the heirs to the packs were forced to flee. After all, if they had just tried harder, if they had done what they were meant to do, then perhaps none of this would have happened. They were now surrounded by enemies.
Betrayed and spirits broken, Mountain Breeze and Swamp Song fled their old home.
If Mountain Breeze had been told even a few moons ago that he would be running away from his former pack, he would have scoffed at them. After all, he would never run from his duties!
But... things were different now.
He could swear that he could still hear the snarling, the crazed howls, behind them, pushing him forward, but he made a note to keep his companion in view. Funny, they were so displeased with each other in the beginning, but now... they were all they had left. High above him, he could barely make out Wanderlust surveying the land, showing them the safe way to go, but they were surrounded by trees. Who was to say that there wasn't something lurking in the shadows?
His fur was soaked through by now. They had been running along the River Run in the hopes that it would cause their pursuers to lose their scents. The male wasn't accustomed to this terrain - it was more Swamp's territory than his - but he was at least lucky that living on a mountain had given him the stamina to keep up, even if he was stumbling from time to time.
Still... where were they going? Where COULD they go now?
