Niuoku

I've already spent 6 GC on you...don't you dare end up costing me 60 GC like those other darn wolves that just sit around the den and look pretty
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After wondering out of the den, a time whenever pupsitter count was low and there was no one to watch over him, he came across a herd of caribou migrating toward the Tundra. At the time, the caribou had stopped to graze at the outskirts of the Regal Redwoods. At that moment, the pup had a fleeting vision of him taking down the largest caribou of that herd, snapping its antlers in half like a stray twig. With a steaming pile of meat, he would present it to the entire pack, which would most likely feed them for days. The pack would honor him like a king, and he would immediately become heir of the pack, and finally earn a name.

But, of course, the far opposite happened of what his day-dreaming offered. As he stalked the herd, trying to copy the swift, stealthy movements hunting parties had practiced in the camp, a loud, piercing whistle filled the air. It was the sound of a caribou alerting the rest of its herd.

Alarmed, the pup backed away slightly. How had they known he was there?

Then, the largest caribou he had ever lain eyes on came into sight. Of course, he had never really seen much caribou, besides the ones hunting parties occasionally dragged into camp. But this was different. He could tell this one was big. It stood taller than most of the fellow caribou that dotted around it.

And, its eyes were locked on him.

Of course, he was a wolf. Prey never hunted a predator. But at that moment, he suddenly felt vulnerable. The towering set of antlers were intimating. And suddenly, its hooves were scraping across the ground just as it began to charge, heading straight for the tiny, golden pup, cowering with terror.

All he could make out was a set of hooves flying toward him, and the set of spikes pointed straight for his face.

Something seemed to click inside of him. But as he began to scramble out of the way, the antlers reached him first. As he darted under the antlers, the tip of one of them managed to catch on the fragile, thin fur on his forehead. Letting out a yowl of pain, blood spurting from a wound that tore in his head, he collapsed slightly. Luckily, he made it safely away from the mad caribou while it crashed in the thick undergrowth of the redwoods.

He whimpered slightly, touching the wound on his head. He drew his paw back sharply as pain throbbed through his entire body.

The drip of blood soon became heavier, before all he could see was red.


"He's not okay. He's going to die," came a distressed whimper. The pup could barely match that voice to his mother's, Phoenix. His mother, usually gruff and stern, had a voice almost high-pitched with anxiety. He didn't like this voice at all. It didn't sound like his mother.

Suddenly, all his thoughts returned. He quickly touched his forehead. But instead, he didn't draw back his paw. There was a thick leap wrap carefully woven around his head, bandaging the wound. Any blood that had once matted his fur was gone.

"He's a caribou survivor," Came a voice, one that was newer. The pup held back a gasp. It was Queen Bee, the leader of the pack. A pack leader would never leave their precious duties to go look at an injured/sickly pup in the herbalist's den. But here was Bee! Visiting him!

The pup lifted up his head. "I'm a what?" He whispered.

"You're alive!" Came a howl of joy. As Phoenix raced over to the small, golden drop of fur nestled in a thick moss nest, Queen Bee threw herself in front of the anxious mother, stopping her with brute force.

Bee cast a sharp, azure gaze on Phoenix. "Stay there," she growled.

"It is law of the pack, well perhaps a forgotten law created by the very first Alpha, that pups that survive against a caribou's wrath are permitted to stay in the pack, holding a name. However, wolves that earn their place in the pack through this way are obviously strong enough to live without their mother's care. The wolves have strength. They are worthy of having a higher role in the pack."

Bee turned to Phoenix.

"As stated by the law, you no longer have the right to care for this pup any longer."


It was perhaps that strange law that had changed his way of thinking all together. Of course, he had gotten what he had dreamed of: A name. Niuoku. But had it all been worth it? Stripped from the right to even love his mother? Perhaps that was what made him such a cold-hearted wolf in the end. A powerful wolf with only one mission: To be a heir of the pack. Other wolves are simply just obstacles.
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