☆Arwen☆

The seasons of Winter blows through the Tundra. Arwen, alone now as he left his home to find one anew. His gaze moved to notice a pack nearby mourning the body of a wolf around his own age dead on the ground. Curious, he approaches,"What's going on?" he asked curiously as another male who was pressed into what he could presume was his mate turned to look up at him with eyes filled in frost.

"Our leader has fallen and he had no time to select a new leader... Our pack requires the Leader to chose the heir..." He spoke, his darkened and lightened colors swirling in whites and deep blues as he turned to give his mate a comforting lick on the cheek. "Moonchill... What are we going to do? None of the pups are of age and none of us knows the first thing about leadership...?" She whimpered to the male that was pressed with her. "We will work something out... Our Founder would be watching us from above with the Star Wolf beside her." He reassured his mate.

Arwen thought for a moment before clearing his throat,"I know... I am a total stranger... but what if I took over as your Pack Leader...?" He suggests before shuffling his paws nervously, his fae eyes looking away to not meet any of this foreign pack's gaze. A white, shy male stood up, pelt showing patches of rubbed on herbs and the scent of dried, strong herbs clinging to him. Arwen assuming this wolf to be the Healer of the Pack or whatever they called their Herbalist.
"Honestly... We needed a blessing... and a few nights prior when Rain had fallen ill... He told me to look for a wolf bathed in the Tundra's dry grass during the late summers when the Summer Moons become the Autumn Moons. I believe this is the wolf our past Leaders and our Star Wolf has spoken of." He said, his blue eyes sparkling with confidence. Middle aged, but wiser then the rest, this white wolf had an air around them that made Arwen's pelt tinge with belief over the words.

Moonchill stood to stand with the white wolf,"You truly believe this wolf is our new Leader?" He questioned before the white wolf nods,"Have I ever given any of you a reason to doubt me?" He asked before Moonchill shook his head,"Of course not Blizzard. If what you say is true, then I will follow this new wolf to a better future." He announced, turning his gaze back to the newcomer,"What is the name the Star Wolf blessed you with, Leader?"

"Arwen. It will be my pleasure to guide this pack into a better tomorrow." He said standing tall to take the authoritive position as he raised his tail.

"All Rise for Pack Leader Arwen!!" wailed out the cries of the pack as he now rises as the new Leader of the Wild Star Strikers!