Morgue

chapter one.

She had expected the mountains to be a bit more challenging to live in, but it seemed that her pack has been given some sort of relief with the calm that surrounded the territory. By her flank, Basking Gold would lift his chin and breathe in the sharp air. His pelt rippled, tinged almost metallic while he surveyed their new home.

"Do you believe this will be enough?" Her companion's smooth, deep voice resonated against the jagged spires beside them. Hushed Prophecy would give a short gesture with her tail, nodding at the view.

"For now." She answered curtly.

Maybe some day they would find a better home. But her pack was only starting, so they would need to rest and gather as much experience as they could before they even attempted crossing into foreign lands.

"Then I'll see to it that we stay fed." Basking Gold hesitated, flashing her the briefest smile before trotting off.

She didn't quite remember the explanation Tala gave when assigning the male to her, but... his kind personality was a nice contrast to the sting of the air here. Before she could help herself, a smile would bloom on her muzzle. Maybe one day she, too, could return the support he has given her. For now, she would focus on expanding the pack. Feeding every mouth. Keeping only the strong. This world was cruel– she would show mercy by chasing them out around this area, where they could still find a pack that would aid them. Where they weren't hunted like prey. Maybe they would start their own collective and strive to be better.