Elkheart

It had been a peaceful day until the scout Magpiesong came rushing into camp, back from her latest patrol, carrying something furry in her mouth. She placed the bundle of fur down gently and looked up with wide pleading eyes. To the pack's horror, it was a wolf cub, limp and almost lifeless. If it weren't for the shaky rising and falling of it's chest, one would've thought it had already passed.
"I found him at the boarder! Forestgrove save him please!"
The scout's eyes were wide as she pleaded to the new, inexperienced, herbalist. Forestgrove sprung into action, taking the pup into her den, doing everything her mentor had taught her, trying to force food or herbs into the tiny body, but it was no use. Within a matter of minutes, the pup was gone.
The entire pack was devastated, there hadn't been a single pup lost since the pack's founding. Mothers held their pups close, unable to imagine one of their babies being taken. Even the pack stud, Moonstar, went around to talk to the pups he sired to help the mothers explain what happened.
No one took the blow more than Magpiesong, who found the limp pup, and Forestgrove who tried so hard to save them. It was a devastating blow to the young herbalist and made her question if the path of healing was meant for her. The pack alphas, Oakheart and his mate, Goldenflower, spent the night consoling the two heartbroken wolves.
In the morning when it was time to put the pup to rest, Magpiesong said somberly, "Elkheart...If he made it, I would have named him Elkheart..."
Oakheart nuzzled her cheek and said softly, "Then let this pup be known in this pack, as Elkheart..."