Pack Nightshade: Tails of the Northern Lights (Part 1)
(Just a quick snippet of my original story, will write some more soons ;))
This new world was so strange to the cub, yet I suppose it is confusing for the best of us when we are first brought into the cold darkness. She nuzzled her way around, blind by her newborn eyes, searching for that milky smell that offered food and protection. She happily latched on to her mother, taking in the scent and slightly confusing sounds that are still mixed with her newborn ears. The sounds were of her siblings, wriggling and grunting like tiny piglets in the hopes of succeeding the others in getting the most food. Somewhere in the distance she heard a soft giggle, 'they are so beautiful aren't they Tosca?' 'Yeah, it's a shame their father couldn't be here to see this...' The cub mewled in her throat, she didn't understand these words yet but they would haunt her for years to come. Aurora had no father. No father and no future within the pack.
The pounding of paws and heavy panting were all that filled the air as the young female galloped across the uneven terrain, she had run this path so often, escaping the males of the pack that were so set on their abuse of the females. With the new female in alpha position, no one was safe. For a female, Aurora was a magnificent specimen, her snowy white fur making the snow beneath her paws look almost grey in comparison, the only hint of grey was her dorsal stripe, a line of dark grey running from her nose tip to the tip of her tail. When she got irritated the fur along this ridge would stand on end, nearly standing as tall as many of the alpha's sons she was a force to be reckoned with and she knew how to use her weight to her advantage.
She skidded to a halt, her diamond blue eyes scanning her surroundings frantically, her tail twitching low to the ground. She was anxious, awaiting the sound of approaching paws that would signify the arrival of her captors. After a few moments the only sound was her quick breath from exertion, she closed her eyes and imagined her lungs slowly filling with air and returning her heart rate back to it's normal pace.
A soft growl echoed around the canyon and her fur stood on end, she whirled on her feet only to come nose to nose with a huge dark grey male, his golden eyes shining brightly as he bared his teeth. Aurora huffed and head butted the male who yelped and fell back onto his rump, she snorted and muttered, 'Not a good time to jump me Tosca...' He shook himself and stood, eyeing the female indignantly, 'I was coming to offer you some help actually...' he padded to her side and rubbed up against her, extending his apologies in the most primal of fashions; touch. Aurora's fur bristled slightly but she nuzzled under his head and curled against his chest like she did so many times as a cub, 'The Queen wants me out Tosca...' she stares up at him and the farrowed line of his brow told her she was correct in her analysis.