Death

He was my most expensive wolf to decorate
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He had made his home within the pack Warriors of Hyrule and hes here to stay standing guard at the entrance to the afterlife between the land of the living and the land of the dead he guides the souls of the Deceased into the packs dynasty with his lantern in tow so the souls never become lost but some souls have become attached to him and stay with him but he doesn't mind the souls keep him company. He doesn't care about love or about being loved all that matters to him is that the souls are happy to not be alone when they join the afterlife but keep in mind when you see him within your pack or outside your window just maybe death is upon you or a pack mate so if you see him dont be afraid he has come so you wont be alone when you cross over to the afterlife. Signs to look out for when he is near. Uneasiness, Agression from a dying wolf, drop in temperature, yellow orbs, decay and death of everything he touches such as plants turning black and animals dropping to the ground. Death may look menacing but he is not evil he knows when a soul is lost and he comes for them to guide them on the right path into the afterlife. the thing is when he appears to one who's time is almost up they do not fear him insted they find comfort and peace when he has come beacuse they know they are not alone on their final journey but they become agressive refusing to go with Death. When he enters your pack he knows you have a wolf or two that will die soon so be on guard if he knows you have a wolf that will die soon he might not leave until that wolf has passed so he can guide its soul to the afterlife. Be careful if trying to get rid of him from taking the soul of your dead wolf for he might infect your pack with a sickness of fleas this is how he shows his wrath. The only wolf he likes is Life he tolerates her and will protect her if she's ever in danger. Death only travels under cover of night and in the day he remains in darkness. Death isint on this journey to learn how different packs make use of their surroundings hes on this journey to reap souls of dying wolves or pups who might die during rollovers to guide them to the afterlife. But to ensure packs dont fear him he will lie to packs about being there to see how wolves make use of their suroundings. Death returned to the warriors of Hyrule due to the packs Elder Oreo growing old and about to pass on so he stays in the medicine den waiting for Oreo to pass

As Death Walked Along The Borderline To The Tribes Territory, Grass Turned Brown Under His Paws, Flowers Wilted, Small Trees Shriveled.
He Stopped For A Brief Moment, Before Continuing On.
The Tribes Scout, South ' Wing Was Not Far Off Behind Death. Returning From A Recent Scout, South ' Wing Noticed The Grass And Wilted Flowers. South ' Wing Stopped And Looked Around. Feeling Extremely Uncomfortable, South ' Wing Sped Up His Trotting. South ' Wing Felt Anxiety Prickle At His Pelt, And He Took Another Way Towards The Tribes Heart.
South ' Wing Burst Into The Heart, Eager To Let The Herbalist And The Alpha Know.
" What Is Wrong?" Healer Stone
Asked As The Scout Entered Their Den.
" Somethings Wrong Healer Stone, Very Wrong!" The Scout Paced.
" And What Is Possibly Very Wrong?" The Herbalist Gathered Herbs Quickly.
" The Flowers, The Grass, Even The Trees! They're All Dying! They Were Fine When I Left" The Scout Continued Pacing.
The Herbalist Looked At The Scout, Not With A Your Crazy Look, But With Concern And Fearful Eyes.
The Herbalist Signaled To The Scout, They Both Exited The Den And Made Their Way To The Alpha's Den.
" Don't Look Worried, You'll Scare The Rest If The Tribe, The Last Thing We Need Is A Panicked Tribe" Healer Stone Whispered " We Already Have The War To Worry About"

As They Entered The Alpha's Den, The Alpha Looked At Them With Uneasy And Tired Eyes.
" He Has Left " The Alpha Looked To The Wall
" W-who Has Left? " The Scout Looked At The Herbalist With Questioning Eyes
" Death Has Left, It Was Only Passing By, Perhaps, He Smells The Lost Soul " The Alpha Looked At The Herbalist With Teary Eyes.
" One Day, Death Will Visit This Tribe " The Alpha Groaned As He Laid His Head Back Down. His Two Pups, The Heir, Iris The Second, And His Brother, Rising, Bounded In And Jumped On Their Father.
The Herbalist And The Scout Took Their Leave.
" Don't Speak Of This " Was The Only Thing The Herbalist Said.

When Eryngium began to notice dead patches of grass near the edge of her territory, she sent out her trusty scout, Milo, to find out what was causing them. A few minutes later, Milo returned with a nightmare of a wolf.
"What are you?" Eryngium asked, as respectful as possible but failing to hide her curiosity.
"I am Death." The wolf growled in a deep like tone.
"Death?" Eryngium and Milo asked in unison.
"Yes, I am Death. I travel the world of Wolvden," Death answered as if he were thinking of something else to say "Trying to learn about how other packs make use of their surroundings."
"Oh. How interesting." Eryngium said, just then the herbalist entered the den. "What is it, Kyasupā?"
"I'm afraid it's getting worse… the sickness. The pups aren't doing well at all." Kyasupā said frantically, shooting a glance at Death, unbothered by his presence.
"How many herbs have we got left?" Eryngium questioned
"I'm afraid not enough. If we don't do something quick… they won't make it." Kyasupā worried.
Death knew what was happening, yet he didn't dare reveal the real truth on why he was there. Instead he stepped backwards, creating new patches of dead grass.
"Death, if you would like, you could stay in the Den of Unpredictable." Eryngium said, pointing toward a den across the clearing.
"Alright." Death said gruffly. Making his way to the den.
"Creepy isn't he…" Kyasupā said. Milo smacked her on the shoulder.
As the day passed, night began to fall. The puppies were getting worse and worse by the minute. Eryngium went to the herbalist, seeing that Death was already there. The puppies were sleeping peacefully while he watched over them. He sat there for a few more hours. Just waiting… but for what? Eryngium went back to her sleeping quarters, suddenly unworried. The next morning, the herbalist was removing the lifeless puppies from the den. They're gone, they're really gone… Death was helping her take the puppies somewhere new. When they were done, Eryngium asked
"What were you here for really?" She asked Death
"I was here to collect the lost souls of your dying pups. To guide them to the afterlife. And my work here is done." Death nodded to Eryngium, soon walking off.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow upon Black-Tail Ridge. The pack members huddled together their eyes glinting with curiosity and unease as they awaited the arrival of the fabled traveler. Whispers filled the air like leaves rustling in a gentle breeze. Legends spoke of his haunting presence, his flesh peeling away to reveal a skull-like visage that sent shivers down even the bravest spines. It was said he wielded death itself—a wolf feared by both predator and prey.

Suddenly, amidst the silence of anticipation, footsteps echoed from beyond. Each pawfall seemed to reverberate through every soul present until finally emerging from within darkness stood this enigmatic figure—the harbinger himself. His fur clung tightly to emaciated bones; patches of exposed flesh peeled back revealing glimpses into mortality's abyss beneath. His hollow sockets held no eyes but instead burned with an otherworldly light—an eerie lantern clutched firmly within his maw.

Queen Junoi stepped forward cautiously yet graciously extended her welcome to this strange traveler seeking refuge among them.

"Greetings," she began tentatively, "I am Queen Junoi—ruler of Black-Tail Ridge."

The harbinger inclined his skeletal head slightly before responding in a voice tinged with echoes from realms unknown. "I am known as Death," he rasped softly but carried immense weight behind each word spoken—one that resonated deep within all who heard it.

Cougar That Cries of War approached Death hesitantly while trying not to let fear show on his face. "Death... what brings you here? What do you seek?"

Death turned towards Cougar That Cries warily regarding him for a moment before answering solemnly, "Sorrow is my burden... Death is my domain. I seek solace in the company of those who understand."

Lark In Tall Tree, ever curious and unafraid of the unknown, stepped forward with a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Death, tell us... what lies beyond? What secrets have you witnessed?"

A deep sigh escaped Death's skeletal frame as he regarded Lark In Tall Tree with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

"Beyond lies a realm where darkness intertwines with light—a delicate balance between life and death," he responded cryptically.

King Daak stepped forward. "What are you not telling us?" he asked, flicking his tail. "I can see it, but it's just out of my reach. You are here for a reason. Why?"

Death paused for a moment before answering with solemnity etched upon his skeletal face.
"I have come bearing warning," he said gravely. "A darkness stirs on these lands—a malevolence that threatens all you hold dear."

Gasps rippled through the pack as they realized Death's words carried weight far beyond mere curiosity or storytelling.

"What must we do?" Queen Junoi asked with determination burning bright within her gaze.

Death turned towards her, his empty sockets fixated on hers as if peering into her very soul.

"Prepare yourselves," he replied sternly but without malice. "For when darkness descends upon us... only unity shall lead us out of its grasp."

Suddenly, Cougar That Cries Of War collapsed, groaning. Blizzard Hidden and his sister, Darkening Sky, rushed over. He spasmed once, and then went still. Darkening Sky sent up a heart-wrenching wail.

With that somber gloom of a packmate's death hanging heavily over them, Death took his leave—a solitary figure disappearing into the night once more. The pack sent up a howl for a while before rallying together with newfound resolve—together they would face whatever came next and protect Black-Tail Ridge at all costs.
Death's steps were slow as he continued on his journey, his form gaunt and fur disheveled. Gradually, he padded through the Elderwoods, leaving withered grass in his wake. A single paw broke through the treeline into a small glade. He paused. Moonlight flooded the glade, coating it in soft white light. All was quiet except for the wind dancing through the leaves and the occasional rodent scurrying through the undergrowth. A few yards into the glade was a dilapidated cabin, long abandoned by whatever had created it, now reclaimed by mother nature and repurposed as a sick den for the Elderwood Glades pack. A slow, long breath flowed out from his boney muzzle, his shoulders slumping. Death's gaze flitted back towards the cabin as something white caught his attention. It was a young adolescent wolf slipping out from the cabin.
Bentley, the herbalist's apprentice.
The young wolf had a sharp eye, it didn't take long for him to notice Death's looming silhouette in the treeline.
"You're back," Bentley stated, moreso to himself than Death. He paused to gaze over his shoulder at the cabin. Bentley's ears flattened with realization that Death was here to guide the wolf inside to the afterlife. "You can't," Bentley pleaded.
"I must," Death interrupted, his voice a hollow sound.
"But-"
"But Rasha will suffer if she is kept here. She is old and tired. It is time for her to move on."
Bentley clenched his maws, turning his head to the side to avoid Death's empty stare.
Death wavered for a moment, analyzing Bentley before quietly padding past him and into the cabin. Bentley remained outside, maws clenched and lips quivering. He knew it would be a peaceful passing, but the pain of the loss was still great.
This would be yet another passing on the young herbalist's watch.
Hati and his apprentice Kora were coming home from scouting north of their territory when they saw him. The mentor immediatly stopped, eyes locked on the stranger, as he was making his way towards the rest of the pack. He started to growl as a warning, while Kora was nervously waiting for his commands. She was very close to be an accomplished scout, so she could not let her pack down. But as the strange silhouette came closer to them, an eerie atmosphere started to grow in the area. In the middle of summer, a cold wind swept the dust under the scouts, and an undescriptible fear grew on them. The always brave Hati himself could not shake the feeling that something was off and he had to keep his distances. But the stranger was close to them now, and he stopped walking to look at them. The vision that the scouts had this day would be one that they would never forget. How could they ? The stranger had no skin or even flesh on his head, as well as other parts of his body. He also had two antlers on his skull, and seemed to be followed by some kind of shadow. Hati was speechless in front of this apparition, and Kora couldn't take her eyes of the bones and the empty shell that the stranger was. When she finally looked at the holes supposed to hold his eyes, she froze. Even though he didn't have eyes, Kora could swear he was looking right at her. She felt his gaze deep into her soul, keeping her from moving, talking or even breathing for a few seconds. Then, a deep and hollow voice raised from the stranger, making the apprentice shiver.
"Her time has come to an end, and I advise you to say goodbye to her before it's too late.", he said.
Kora opened her mouth but didn't say a word. Who was he talking about ? What was happening ?
"You will learn from our meeting and its consequences. You don't know it yet, but you just took another path and destiny will guide you far from this place.", added the stranger.
Finally, Kora got the courage to answer him.
"Wh ... who are you ?", she muttered in a shaking breath.
The stranger started to turn away, and for a moment Kora thought that he would just disappear without answering. But as he started to walk away, a last whisper came from him, while a dark fog started to envelop his body, making him more and more faint.
"Death."
Hati and Kora stayed silent while the stranger slowly faded away, only leaving this eerie sensation behind him, and words resonnating in the scouts heads. They silently agreed to never talk about this day as they made their way back home.
A few days later, Pine, Kora's mother, passed away. It was also the day that Kora decided to go on her own adventure, becoming a traveler.

The day that Death arrived was quite a gloomy one. A well loved wolf just perished from an old age and top of it, the pack was still recovering from when the Fealcu roamed the area and as a result, not many even realised hid presence. But that changed when hunters reported plants turning black and animals dying from seemingly nothing. The news sent the whole pack into a state of panic, with some claiming that it's the fault of Ghoul saying that it's a curse caused by her connection with the Fealcu. What none of them realised, that very connection was the reason why Ghoul wasn't phased when Death made himself known. She already knew thanks to the Fealcu whispering about his presence and brought him few scattered bones, claiming that their spirits are restless and pleading with Death to help them find peace.