Sunheart sat atop her cave on a platform. She often sat here to watch over her pack for their well being. Their camp was large, so there was much space for wolves to roam and do ad they please. Sunheart was the Alpha for Morning Star, she was respected and loyal to her pack and in return they were to her. In her eyes, all wolves were made as equal, not one being better than the other just because of ranks. But to Duskstorm that was a different story....<br/><br/>Duskstorm was the opposite of his sister. He hated all except for himself. He even changed his name from Duskheart to Duskstorm when he ran away from the pack and started his own... The Dark Hearts. Their camp was large but not as beautiful and bright as the Morning Star's. Everything was dark and covered in shadows. Their strong spot was stealth and strength, where as the Morning Star's excelled in smarts and cunning. Duskstorm sat in front of his cave and glared his eyes around the camp. Seeing the pack afraid of him made him always happy. His motto was that it was far better to be feared than loved.