ǟ|𝓢ummer◇²

Lore (Many thanks to my bestie Amber who helped write most of this lol)
In a land of desolate ice and piercing winds, there prowled a magnificent dire wolf known as Summer. One fateful day, driven by an insatiable curiosity, Summer ventured to the edge of the icy glacier that had been her sanctuary for so long. As she peered into the foreboding darkness of the dense forest beyond, an inexplicable thrill coursed through her veins. The forest beckoned with a mysterious allure, promising untold dangers and hidden trophies.

With a determined gaze, Summer crossed the icy waters into the forest's treeline, her keen senses on high alert. The air was thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the haunting whispers of the wind through the gnarled branches. Shadows danced among the ancient trees, concealing unseen perils.
As Summer ventured deeper into the forest's labyrinth, strange noises reverberated through the trees—a rustling of leaves, the distant howl of a predator, and an occasional crackling of twigs underfoot. Summer's instincts sharpened, and her senses heightened, sensing an unseen presence lurking in the darkness causing her heart to race with trepidation.
Unbeknownst to Summer, she was not alone. Sinister figures lurked in the shadows, watching her every move. A group of skinwalkers or Navajo as the ancients call them, sensed she was alone tracking her every move. Driven by a desire to possess her ethereal fur for their personal gain. They were determined to capture her as she had no pack to defend her.

Summer's instincts sharpened, her senses honed to their fullest potential. She raced through the treacherous terrain. The forest became a treacherous labyrinth, with tangled vines threatening to ensnare her every move. Yet, with each step, their pursuit grew more relentless. Their menacing presence haunted her every waking moment, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked just out of sight.
Throughout the moonlit nights and fog-shrouded mornings, Summer fought to stay one step ahead. She darted through the undergrowth, her massive form like a fleeting blur against the shadows. She navigated treacherous ravines and leaped over fallen trees till she darted through the undergrowth. The forest became her ally, concealing her movements and guiding her through hidden passages.
As Summer journeyed deeper into the heart of the forest, her relentless pursuit of survival unveiled a hidden pack. The crows cawed, their words carried on the wind, spoke of a traveling pack concealed within the depths—a haven for wolves like her, seeking refuge from the dangers that threatened their existence. It was a sanctuary she yearned to reach, a flickering hope in the face of impending doom.
With the Navajo drawing nearer, Summer's race against time reached a fever pitch. Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination. Every instinct urged her to find the pack, it was a battle for freedom, and the survival of all those who succumbed within the forest's spirits embrace.

In a final, heart-stopping confrontation, Summer faced her relentless pursuers. The forest bore witness to their clash, its ancient trees serving as silent spectators to the battle of wills and survival instincts. Fangs clashed, claws tore through the air, and blood stained the forest floor. It was a fight for freedom, not just for herself, but for the entire delicate balance of the forest's inhabitants.
In a blaze of adrenaline and primal ferocity, Summer unleashed her full strength, surprising even the most hardened warriors. The skin walkers, arrogant and overconfident, fell victim to their own hubris. Chaos erupted in the forest as their plans unraveled, leaving them bewildered as they retreated.
Emerging from the forest's depths, Summer stood on the precipice of a new dawn. She had triumphed over the Navajos, emerging as a true survivor. The story of her harrowing journey spread like wildfire, a thrilling tale of survival against all odds.
A crow flew down past her drawing her gaze. Right down the hill nestled by the river was the pack the crows flocked to where a wolf with fur as black as night stood, looking right at Summer. The raven beckoned her as he perched on the dark wolfs shoulder. As good of welcome as any Summer trailed down to follow her.

From that day forward, the forest held a sense of both danger and allure. The crows cawed of her triumph, her name whispered in hushed tones as a warning to those who dared challenge the one who overcame the Navajos hunt. And as for Summer herself, she remained forever vigilant, forever watchful with her new pack.