Nightshade

A whimpering pup stood in the trees shadow. The pups fur blended into the dark of night. Little pup, come out, you are safe with me. But where is your pack?, Asked Thunder. The pup just stared, purple red eyes that seemed to glow. Should Thunder tell the other elders about this pup? She should atleast get the pup some food. Thunder turned, planning to go to the packs storage. Soft leaves rustled behind her. The pup followed her home. Their tails intertwined, they walked through the rain.

Nightshade often followed the scouts and worked with the heralist. Of course, that was how he had gotten his name, for his unique talent to identify and find special plants. As a newly welcomed pup he would find patchs of nightshade to hide in. My little nightshade, so strong and fast, Thunder had said.
Though it wasn't until he was an adolescent that the other pack members had started to notice him. The way his fur could change and blend into the shadows, The way his eyes peirced through the night, the way tips of his fur changed into glowing frills. Many had theories of where he got them. Some said he was a lost cnitharian wolf, others said he was sent to help them in their time of disaster.
The King had always looked at him different then others. One day the King approached Nightshade. Come, be my apprentice. Be my heir. I will teach you how to hunt, I will teach you how to lead. Nightshade considered the offer deeply. Yes, I will become your apprentice, He said. And when the time comes, I take your place and will look to your spirit to guide me.