Wolves don’t belong in the northern forest, yet they had to cross it.
They made their way to borders between territories where no clan dominates. Their mission required them crossing the border into the bear’s territory. The price was high, but they ran out of options.
“I don’t like how quiet it is here. It’s that same kind of thick quiet. I swear I feel a bear–it’s like they hide behind silence.” Said Veric as he looked around the forest apprehensively.
“We’re just passing through. Gotta make it to the shores quickly.” Whispered an older wolf-human hybrid named Victor.
“Don’t worry guys, I’ll protect you.” Said the smallest wolf-human hybrid of the group sarcastically.
Don’t let her size fool you, she was born a silverhowl, the strongest and fastest of the wolf-human hybrids, with long black hair and striking amber eyes to boot. She was named Silver.
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