Silverfang had decided to take on the night's vigil and watch over the camp by himself. He enjoyed these nights because he could be alone in thought for a while. He began to think about the new new challenge they were facing. Could they avoid a fight without giving up Storm or the river? It was extremely doubtful. He wondered if there was at least another water source somewhere within the pack lands or at least just outside the borders. He wondered if Snowheart would allow him to lead a patrol in search for one. Silverfang sighed and shook the night's chill from his fur. If the only option was a fight indeed then he had no choice but to train the pack to be killers.<br/><br/>He remembered back when he was much younger, a time when he and Snowheart's mother began their training. That day changed his life forever. He remembered setting out a patrol with his own brother and Snowheart's parents. They were doing a simple border patrol, searching for any signs of human activity. He was excited like the others, however his brother decided he could scent out the humans on his own and take one down.<br/><br/>Silverfang followed his littermate, hoping to keep him out of trouble. Instead trouble found them. There was some humans, cloaked in forest colors. They carried large sharp metal sticks which cut through anything it seemed. They caught Silverfang's brother by surprise. In an act of defense, the wolf sprang at them. The humans howled and swung the metal sticks at him. One sliced right through the young wolf's side. Silverfang watched in horror as his brother fell to them. He wanted to avenge his brother but he knew he would only be cut down as well. Instead he turned from the scene with heavy paws and waited until nightfall.<br/><br/>Later that night, Silverfang found the pelted dens the humans slept in. He crept in and tore out every last one of their throats. When he finally came back to his own camp in the morning, he was covered in blood and wore a crazed hurt look in his eyes. None of the wolves believed his story when he told it, save Snowheart's parents. He was distrusted by every wolf and called a killer behind his back. He swore on his life that he would never kill another wolf.<br/><br/>It was the truth entirely, but most of the pack members saw him as the wolf who killed his own brother. Once Snowheart's parents became the pack leaders, they forced all the rumors and secrecy away. In return Silverfang vowed silently to protect the pack no matter the cost.<br/><br/>Silverfang was brought back by the memory. He had almost forgotten the hard life he had before Snowheart was born. He had never told anyone his story afterwards, hoping to forget the past. But it would seem that the past would come back to haunt him if this rivalry ended in war. He sighed loudly once again. "What are going to do...?" he muttered softly.