Nightberry Pack

I'm a Raise and Chaser!
I love my wolves, if they have a name and aren't in a trade, don't ask for them, I get very emotionally attached to these things.

I mayyyyyy have an obsession with Pecan bases

The First Meeting
Twilight darkens the forest around you. You have no clue where you are or how you got there, and, as such, no idea how to get home. The low call of howls rings out somewhere to your right, and you turn in that direction, hoping they are friendly. You pad through the trees, stepping over mushrooms and flowers of types you have never seen before. You emerge in a dimly lit clearing, shaking your head roughly as you try to take it in. Puppies charge around the clearing, laughing and tumbling and play-fighting, as a pregnant female looks on. The herbalist trots past, followed by her apprentice. A pair of adolescents carry bedding away from a den, as a large white male instructs them on where to take it. It's a pack. A pack in this strange twilit forest.
A large white wolf with a black-marked back approaches you, followed by a beautiful mottled black and brown female and a younger black female with a tawny chest.
"Greetings." The white wolf says in a low, rough voice. "I am Knight, the leader of this pack. This is my Beta, Luna," He nods to the mottled female, "And my heir, Serafina." The other female nods to you. "Welcome to the Nightberry Pack, traveler."

The Second Meeting
Many cycles of the seasons later, you decide to visit the pack in the twilit forest, bringing along your favorite pup, to meet the pack. Together, the two of you make the journey, one old and weary, the other young and bright.
A while after entering the forest, the howls ring out, the way they did so long ago. You turn your paws in that direction, your pup tagging along after you. You step into the clearing, just as you did six years ago. Many wolves turn to face you, but none that you remember. A small wolf moves to greet you, an elegant dark gray, blue, and red female pacing at his side. A large white wolf follows them, his paws dragging with age. The thing that catches your eyes, however, is the small wolf's fur. It is a gorgeous swirl of blues and greens and purples, colors most wolves saw in the sky rather than on a wolf's pelt.
"Hello. My name is Ender, and this is my Beta Thia. Who are you?" The small wolf greets you warily. You introduce yourself and your pup quickly, and the white wolf smiles.
"I remember you. I was only an adolescent when you were first here. My name is Sabre." You touch noses with Sabre gently, acknowledging his age. After Sabre's words, Thia and Ender welcome you and your pup, walking around and introducing you to the pack. The cream furred Herbalist and his dark gray and blue apprentice, the bright-eyed scouts, the brown male and pale gray male with black points that seemed to have adopted half of the pack, and the handsome white, black, brown, and cream stud with a genuine smile. You and your pup leave two days later, heading for your own pack, with many more good memories.

Three hours ahead of Wolvden time
No inbreeding allowed
No current lore for my pack
All of my Hunting patrols are made of wolves around the same age. When one of the members dies or becomes unable to hunt any longer, the rest of the patrol becomes Mentors