Spice

it took her new pack a while to have her join. her original pack the kin was auctioning her off. 

there were two different packs bidding for her. but the Noel Winter Eve pack manged to win the auction just before it ended.  this will be the first wolf i plan to use the opacity changer on all her markings. i will use several marking opacity changers to make all her makings to 100% opacity. 

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Spice is happy to be in this pack. the kin pack named her wyane. but her new pack gave her the name of Spice. she is a puppy now. but hopes one day to be a hunter for this pack. it will be a while before she knows if she can be a hunter or not for the pack. 

 after becoming an adult the pack lets her be a hunter for the pack. 

The Spirit of the Icy Mountains, The story of Spice: Guardian of the Noel Winter Eve
Outcast. Her only memories as a young pup were dark, hungry and cold. When she was welcomed into the life as a Noel Winter Eve wolf, she didn't know what to expect coming into such a harsh climate. Who survived here and how? Her paws crunched through the icy snow, the only noise was the scream of the alpine wind shoving at her backside, as if it were forcefully pushing her forward towards a life she was to live - but didn't know how to. Immersed in the fog of the snow storm stood a white wolf, her coat as brilliant as the snowy force around her - her name was Magic. "Young one, you are as warm and exotic as the spices of autumn. You will become Spice in this life. Welcome, to the Noel Winter Eve Pack - for I am Magic, the Alpha of this Alpine Kingdom." As the gray fog dispersed, a pack of wolves standing behind their Alpha appeared in strong, warm, roaring howls. Spice perked her ears, as they stood erect in the cold wind, mystified by the strength and confidence she saw in these wolves, as they stood like mountains against the howl of the storm. Magic walked back towards the pack land, Spice soon followed. "Spice..." she whispered under her voice, trying to recognize her own name.

"I am hungry and cold, Magic."

The white wolf grinned, "Then you will learn how to fill your stomach. And your paws will embrace the frozen lands."

This response did not seem to answer the cry for help Spice could feel churning in her stomach, the desperation in her small eyes shown in frozen tears, was she destined to be among another pack that would abandon her in time of need? "But how..?" Magic did not answer, her maw stretched to the ends of her jowls, her tongue lolling out with a mystique sense of power. As unruly and frustrated as Spice felt, Magic already could sense the strong force inside of Spice - and it was not a power to be given, but earned.

Spice remained hungry and cold for quite sometime. At the instruction of Magic, the pupsitter Betty was to not tend to the young one's despair. Betty trusted Magics judgement, but was not certain to what was to come of the survival of a new and inexperienced pup. It wasn't until the snow began to subside, and melt into crisp pools of teal slush that Spice began to observe her surroundings. She often wandered off the trail to watch the Hunters form a strategic net around a lone Dall Sheep. Within moments, they struck swiftly and brought down the sheep. Spice was quick to run for her own helping of the warm red meat, but Magic instructed "No. not yet." Spice howled out in agony, as loud as the growling from her empty stomach.

At the next hunt, Spice followed the Stalker, putting her own nose to the cold wet grasses, her paws became faster and her wits became sharper, at such a young age she was able to follow the adult hunters as if she were one of them. She stood beside Autumn Light, an agile huntress perched low with her eyes sharpened keenly to a bighorn sheep alone in the meadow "Come here spice. You see this prey before us? You must be as silent as the wind, as fast as the river, and have the strike of an eagle. It is the way of our pack, and it is the way of our culture and way of life. You must only hunt when hungry, and honor what the Earth has gifted us with every last bite. You have watched me before, now it is your turn." Spice was small, which in her benefit would help her stealthy stalk towards the back leg of the bighorn. The small pup emerged as the pack watched closely, each stride Spice took was powered by the determination of her hungry stomach. Spice struck, with a hard bite to the tendon of the sheep. With a coming snow squal and a forceful wind, the sheeps cry was muttered and lost into the weather. Spice was kicked off, harshly in the eye, but before she could shake off the pain the rest of the pack had descended upon the sheep. Brutal bites and jabs, it was Autumn who latched to the back of the sheep delivering the final blow. Fallen, the pack honored Spice with the first bite of the meal. Spice ate voraciously, feeling the power of the sheep enter her veins and become one with her knew life. When she was finished, Spice looked to the distance at the white wolf, and Magic stood with an assured facade, Well Done.

Spice grew into the pack as a hunter. She was fast, determined and a keen stalker. She knew how to command the pack to bring down prey every single outing.But there was a fateful autumn that brought disaster to the pack. A plague among plagues. Elk had been the choice hunt that season, and all were plagued with an infectious madness. "No. We cannot hunt. We must scout a new area, we will all fall to darkness if we are to eat this season." The wolves of Noel Winter Eve were apprehensive at first, as she could see that hunger soon would drive them all to madness before any plague. "Are you sure of this?" Magic had asked. Spice nodded in confirmation. But it was the hungry belly of one of their young adolescents that strayed him from Spice's master instruction. He tried to hunt a weak elk on his own, his teeth sunk into the damaged tissue of its side. the adolescent returned to the pack, deranged and with an anger terrifying enough to break through the pack. The mother of the young wolf howled out, her agony spoke for what she knew was true. Rabies. Magic looked on with dismay "We cannot save him. Soon it will be the end of Noel Winter Eve, we must disperse for survival."

"No."

Spice said with the utmost confidence. "I survived this pack. I survived my hunger. I earned my right as a hunter beside my brothers and sisters. I will not abandon my pack! Avoid the teeth barring of this young one, and I will return with a miracle." Spice set out to distant lands, with her faithful companion Autumn Light by her side, "Wait. I will aid you on this journey, as your wits and strength have been our saving grace in these last season hunts." Spice smiled, it had only been seasons ago that Autumn Light had shown her how to hunt down prey, and now her teacher has become her most loyal follower. "Ok, my friend."

Spice and Autumn Light journeyed down the mountains, through the forest, and across the barre plains, to a land of pristine river waters and plentiful prey. It was there they came across a long traveled pack member, Koi to bring horrifying news. "Spice, Autumn, what brings you this far down the mountain? I have but to find the more herbs for our pack's health." Spice could not bring herself to smile, however long it has been since she had laid eyes upon Koi, "Koi. you must come back to the mountains with us, and find the herbs to heal the distaste of madness among our young whelps. A plague is upon us, and so is starvation." Koi's eyes and ears shot up in disbelief, not only at this news, but at the pure appearance of Spice. "Young hunter you have grown, you speak as certain as the summer sunshine and your confidence has built you a new strength as strong as a bear. I do not know the way back to our pack, I will find these herbs and follow you back." They agreed upon this, and Spice took Autumn Light to find prey to fall.

It took three moons for Spice to track down the scent of succulent prey in a foreign land, a herd of black tail deer. Autumn Light voiced her concern, "There is too many of them for just the two of us." Spice shook her head, "No. Do you remember when you taught me how to lay as low as the ground, and run as fast as the river? We will plan to funnel the herd onto the edge of those far cliffsides, and drive two off the side. It will be a heavy cargo, but we won't miss. It was you who taught me this fail proof strategy, was it not?" Autumn nodded, reassured and inspired by her younger confidante.

The two circled into position, laid low, and attacked. The deer panicked at the sight of racing wolves, kicking up stone and moss that flacked upon the faces of the huntresses. A buck had inadvertently kicked Spice in the eye, and blood rushed from the split in her face, rendering her nearly blind. But Spice let the blood run down her face, powering through the pain. When the herd split at the cliffside, running from one side or another, two were abandoned at the center. The deer looked upon Spice, fearful in the terrifying look of a bloodied wolf. One might think she was a mad tyrant on a war path, however it was just the right amount of war paint to strike sheer panic into her preys eyes. The deer didn't know what to do, other than jump the cliffside to their death. Autumn Light was breathless, keeping up with Spice and licking the blood clean from her face. Well Done...Spice and Autumn did not feast upon their prey, nobly they dragged the deer with the endurance of the Noel Winter Eve Pack in their hearts and ascended the mountainside. Koi followed with a remedy for madness.

When the three returned to the pack, they had found that many more had become sick and confused from what hunger and infection had plagued them. Koi used her medicine, forcefully feeding the wolves and their infected wounds until their lips stopped foaming. Spice and Autumn collapsed behind their fallen prey, exasperated from their long and painful journey.

But the wolves of Noel Winter Eve refused to take the first bite. Each wolf tore a piece of flesh and nudged it to Spice and Autumn, Magic was the first to offer some towards Spice, but Spice shook her head, "No my Alpha, I must earn it."

Magic smiled, "Spice, you have earned more than a hunter's keep, you have saved the entire pack."

Spice went on for seasons, as the lead hunter, with the courage and confidence of Magic in her heart. It wasn't until one fateful Winter that cougars began to inhabit the pack lands at a dangerous level. They became great in numbers, putting up fights for every fallen prey the wolves had successfully downed. Spice was now a seasoned adult huntress, forming attack plans to protect their kill against the cougars.

But it was a night of snow, and of destiny. The cougars overpowered the wolves, forcing an all out battle among the Noel Winter Eve pack in rights to the fallen prey. Spice lead the wolves valiantly, but not without the deadly cost of brutal injury. Magic was a great Alpha, but she grew as old as the mountains and her capable strength diminished in her old age. When the cougars finally subsided to the strength of the pack and were driven out, the Noel Winter Eve pack slowly ascended the mountains again to enjoy their feast.

Magic laid alone that night, her wounds would not be the death of her, but her old age yearned to be one with the icy mountains sooner than expected. Spice whined, leaving the feast to be at Magic's side. Spice was not a young pup anymore, and could see that age was weighing heavy upon Magic. Magic's voice was but a whisper, "You were but a young warm thing when I first laid eyes on you spice, you did not need any help in becoming your own and grown huntress. It was a fateful winter so many seasons ago when I fought to have you, it was destiny that you would renew the spirit of this pack." A cold tear dripped from the side of Spice's eye, the spirits were calling Magic back to the winds, "No...no...I couldn't have lived this life without you. You are this pack, Magic, this pack is mighty because of you." Magic smirked, "No my friend, this pack lives and will always live because of you. I have one last blessing saved for a wolf I imagined would become the Guardian of this pack. I could not save such an immortal blessing for myself, when you have shown so much yourself that you could continue the Noel Winter Eve Pack even greater. I knew this. The spirits have told me when you awoke into your new life. Now spice, it is time you are reborn a second time, into a life of immortality." Magic touched Spice's nose with her own, as an ominous blue light sheathed around them, circling like an autumn wind dancing in fallen leaves. Magics voice whispered from her body, joining the wind and invigorating Spice's body with a new found power. "You are the Guardian, it is your birth right, and forever your duty. This will never be farewell, my friend."The fantastic blue phantom of the mountainous spirits took Magic, and bestowed Spice with the ultimate power of immortality. The pack stood in mourning around the lifeless body of their long lived leader, Magic. "Spice... you have been chosen by the spirit of the Ice, the spirit of Magic." the wolves tails were erect in excitement and their eyes looked upon spice. They howled in chorus, as they knew they would not be left in dismay, as Magic has bestowed them with a Guardian that would live forever among them. Spice.


Seasons passed, adolescents grew into mighty hunters and the snow welcomed them each year with a new found courage to fulfill their lives even more so than the seasons passed. Spice continued to watch over the pack, training them, protecting them, giving them guidance through their strife. Each year, the pup sitter would tell the tale of the warm autumn wolf that fought her way to becoming a hunter, and ultimately becoming the one true Guardian of the Icy Mountains. Spice.

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"Wyane?"

Spice could hardly recollect the namesake she was given in a previous life, but her ears twitched to the recognition of what vial label she was given from a pack that couldn't offer her any fulfillment of joy, love and adventure. She looked back to the wolf, but did not speak - her short smile spoke for her lifelong gathered wisdom rather than any contention. Being Wyane was but a introductory page in her book of time as an immortal wolf.
The young wolf before her was but skin and bones, riddled with infection and a salivary gland that spoke of evil that touched the lands in which this wolf came. "If it is the ice you seek young one, than follow me into the realm of the Noel Winter Eve Wolves, for here we do not help you, but you help yourself become someone you could only recognize in a new life."

credit to hyrdus # 49065 for writing Spice's bio.