Abaddon hisses, full of disguist. He absolutely despised the Sky Spirits. He held a hateful grudge towards them ever since he was exiled into the Uknown Forest. Now that the Packs where growing weak, he was not hesitant to seize his power once again. Day by day, he is restoring his strength to end the Packs.
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"We can't go to the place where Lights Touch the Sky!" cried Zayev. Mazaska rolled her eyes.
"You doubt everything! Take a chance for once." she glared at Zayev.
"We don't even know where it is? What if we get lost? What if... What if we get killed!" his fur rose with fear and uneasiness.
"The Sky Spirits will guide us and they always will be. We go on our journey at nightfall. Let's get some sleep." she ordered. Zayev sighs and bounds towards the Trainee's Den and Mazaska follows. She settles down and wraps her tail around her.
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An elegant wolf with misty, gray fur and crystal, blue eyes appeared on top of the tall trees. The mysterious wolf jumped off from the great tree and landed gracefully. Mazaska gasped and took a step back.
"Who are--"
"Silence, young one." Mazaska stared at the wolf's eyes. It showed years of wisdom. "Listen carefully, for what I am about to tell will be the first step on your adventure. I do not have much time to explain."
"Peel open your eyes for evil." Mazaska blinked.
"That's... That's it?"
The mysterious wolf nodded. Then, Mazaska spotted a faint, white star on the forehead of the female-wolf.
"You are one of the Sky Spirits!" Mazaska gasped.
Once again, the wolf nodded.
"Beware for the--"
Mazaska opened her eyes. The familiar scents of the Tundra Pack surrounded her. What had the mysterious wolf wanted to tell her? What did her message mean? There was so much questions that was left unanswered. Although, it was too late. It was nightfall.