Colorado

First, there was nothing. And then, there was Colorado. A sprawling landscape filled with luminous deciduous woodlands and tallgrass plains, soaring mountains and massive coniferous forests. Despite the beauty, there was only deathly silence. No wind rustled leaves, no streams babbled along their downward path, there was only silence and stillness. Then, there was The Firstborne. With the birth of the Firstborne, the world leap into life and movement. Trees rustled, streams babbled, and creatures of all kinds ran about. The Firstborne was not alone, but she was lonely. She set off to find others like her. She howled, and howled until she finally heard another’s howl. It was The Secondborne, so named because he was the second wolf born of the world’s purest lifeblood. Together, they became the Rocky Mountain Grand Pack. However, this pair was not nearly a complete pack. And so they searched and searched. As they wandered, they found The Stalker. She was the first of the hunting wolves. The pack was still incomplete. The trio set off yet again, searching for the rest of their family. Soon, they found The Scout. With the pack being nearly complete, The Firstborne and The Secondborne celebrated their triumphs. The Firstborne soon realised that she was carrying not only her own life, but the lives of two pups within her. Their pack was growing, but it could not be complete without its essential members missing. The pack continued searching. They found The Finisher and The Chaser within days of each other. The pack was nearly complete, but not quite. They set of yet again to find their final packmember. They searched, and searched, until they found The Healer. Upon the completion of the pack, The Firstborne’s pups had decided they were ready for the world. And so were born The Dawnwalkers. But alas, the Dawnwalkers weren’t long for this world. At their deaths, The Pack realised that they too would die eventually. They decided that from then on, all wolves after them would bear their names.