Fowher

The pack lost it's last storyteller long ago and the pups grew without the history of their pack, Fowher was extremely disappointed at that, and she asked the oldest wolves where was their previous spot? Where were they living before, and she got a rather dull answer since the elders were young when they left, but she went for it nonetheless and walked for days searching for where the pack first started, she found the rocky valley they used to live in, in ruins she was astonished and felt heavy in her chest being in such a place, it was eary, the silence around her, it was unsettling, she felt watched as if all ancestors were there with her, like a hundred kilogrammes were placed on her back, she investigated every single den, the burnt nests, the toys left, the bones of the meats they were eating, she walked to a giant tree where paws were on it, the tree it self had his tips broken, but the stamp, the body of it still stands, on those imprints she could still smell the scent of her ancestors, she also wanted to mark the tree with her own paw but decided otherwise and with a respectful bow left and return to the camp, she quickly found the cave and upon entering the drawings called to her, and she responded following them until she found it like generations ago the founders did but this time Lupus was standing in front of her directly, weakened sure but he was here, Fowher was more than impressed, the sweet words of the wolf and his soft voice putting her at ease, his lies were truth to her ears, he asked her to help him rebuilt what used to be the pack after they left him, almost hypnotized she agreed but he warned her that she may not return to her pack as they has stayed from him abandoning him once they didn't needed him after all he did, he said, and the female promised that her and her pups will remain by his side supporting him when others didn't. And thus began a new story with their previous home