Wolves of The Stars

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Prologue
The clouds split open, revealing a golden, full moon. A wolf who's pelt was silver with dapples of white on his muzzle and paws slid out of his den, staring at the bright light. Trying not to disturb his mate or pups, he darted to a dark meadow where his pack wouldn't hear him, which hardly looked like one in the shadows.

He sat down, paws neatly tucked in front of his hind legs. Clasping his lips together, the wolf let out a eerie howl, one welcoming to his fallen ancestors. The grass that he sat in between blew in the cold, summer wind, showing signs of autumn coming soon. Cocking his head higher in the air, he continued howling. The male wolf awaited his ancestors or a visitor of some sort. As his howls grew more and more quieter, the wind stopped.

Time itself seemed to stop.

And then she appeared, floating above the ground.

Her pelt was pure white, and you could see right through her. Stars twinkled in her fur, and her eyes were cold and empty. The she-wolf's ears were torn and ragged, showing signs of past battles. This wolf was his old mate, Skygazer.

"There you are," he muttered, flashing her a tired grin as more and more wolves howled. Ignoring them, he walked to Skygazer. "How's it been?"

His old mate smiled back. "It's been well," she responded. Skygazer floated over to him, tail wrapping around his. "It's lonely without you, my dear. You know, this night always happens nearly once, so we must treasure it."

Nodding, he responded with, "of course." His amber gaze flicked over to an open path. "We could go for a run, if you'd like."

Skygazer smiled once again. "I'd love it." She darted ahead of him, as if she was running in the air. "Race you!"

"Cheater!" he remarked, racing after her.

And so, the two ran down the path. They raced each other deep into the woods, and if they stayed on that path specifically, he and Skygazer wouldn't get in trouble by other wolves patrolling their territory.

Finally, the two wolves, spirit and living, arrived at a lake. The chirping of crickets rang in his ears, annoying him slightly. Reeds poked out of the murky water, and toads croaked in the night. This place was where Skysearcher died; where she had died right in front of him.

"You need to move on, Breezetaker."

Breezetaker looked over to his old mate, who had sadness washed over her face. She placed a starry paw on the place where she had bled out. The only thing he could say was, "why?"

"Listen," Skysearcher sighed. She sat down, muzzle to muzzle with Breezetaker. "You have a new mate, and pups, as well. They love you, and you love them as well. It would be hard for them to accept that you're still dwelling on your old mate."

He looked at her with upset eyes. "I know, but," he rumbled, "every time I see Speckledoer's eyes, I think of you. I think about how I could've saved you and-"

A stone cold paw placed itself on Breezetaker's muzzle. He looked up to see Skysearcher, an annoyed yet love filled look in her eyes. "You don't need me anymore, Breezetaker. Speckledoer's your mate now. Move on, for me."

And before he knew it, Skysearcher was gone. All that was left was a pawprint on the mud ground, shaped like hers. Breezetaker let out a sigh, and dragged his tail back to his territory, where Speckledoer and his pups lie.

"There you are!"

He saw his mate, Speckledoer, running towards him. She was mainly black, with splotches of white here and there. She had gorgeous violet coloured eyes that seemed to draw you in; that made you curious of who she is.

Breezetaker smiled at Speckledoer, and chuckled. "Of course I'm here," he responded. "I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a bit."

She gave him a nervous smile. "Thank goodness!" she exclaimed. "I was about to get the patrol organizers to see if they could find you." Speckledoer guided Breezetaker back to their den, stating nearly every reason why she was worried.

When he had walked inside, he saw his four pups; Shadowfollower, Flamebranch, Forestgazer, and Fawnheart. They were curled up against each other, most likely to keep warm. Speckledoer trotted over to them and wrapped her body against them, and Breezetaker followed behind as he laid down, resting his head on his mate's back.

As he slowly fell asleep, he wondered if Skygazer would miss him.

Would she?

No, he needed to stop thinking about her.

Sure, she had been one of the only wolves who understood him at that time, but Skygazer was dead. She was gone. She had even told Breezetaker that he needed to move on.

I have all I need now anyways.