Sorin

SORIN
~The first leader of Magma Core~
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The Beginning
Sorin came upon the mountain on a dark of stormy night.
Any other wolf would have been hidden safe in their dens, or risk going blind in the stinging rain. Many shook their heads as he drew closer to the mountain known to burst in to fiery destruction, ripping apart any pack that dared settle there. But Sorin was drawn there by visions and a sense of destiny. He saw visions of smoky wolves dancing around its cliffs. One would always turn and howl directly for him.
He trudged through the mud, hope draining as rainwater ran through his coat. Suddenly the young wolf slipped and tumbled several feet down, coming to rest in a mini ditch. When he looked up from his daze, he saw two coals burning through the fog, supported by a dark wolfish form. It was the smoky spirit from his dream! But when the figure reached down, he was touched by fur and flesh, not smoke.
"Are you alright?" A female voice came from the figure as she gently tapped Sorin with her paw.
"Y-yes" Sorin replied, pulling himself ungracefully to his feet. "Who are you?"
"I am Kimba."
It was love at first sight.
The two wolves did everything together from then on. They explored the mountains, hunted for small prey, and dug a comfortable den. They would gaze at the stars and watch butterflies. And eventually, they would carry their first litter of pups.
The New Pack
The sheer amount of pride in joy that swelled up in Sorin when his first pups were born cannot be explained in words. He danced around the entrance to the den when he heard their tiny whimpers.
Amadeus waited at a distance with a small rabbit on hand for Kimba. He 'hmmphed' in amusement as his leader celebrated.
Sorin made his way back into the den, eager to get another look at his daughters. The first, whose coat was brown just like his was very wiggly, and was the loudest of the two. The second was very quiet and still, yet she seemed more aware of things than sickly. They were both very strong.
Kimba looked up at her mate, tired and full of joy. "They are called Scoria and Obsidian".
Sorin looked at the pups as their names sunk in, looking about ready to cry."They are beautiful." He said with an affectionate nuzzle to her.
He darted out once more, bouncing over to Amadeus. "Two daughters, Amadeus! They are called Scoria and Obsidian!"
Amadeus smiled. "Wonderful. You four are now a pack."
"No," Sorin said, eyes full of encouragement. "We five are a pack! You helped make this happen! You are a member of this family."
The older wolf looked at Sorin with a grateful gaze, at a loss for words. "Thank you, Sorin. We are now a pack."