Talon hurried down the winding shadowy path that lead to their camp. He was carrying a large brown hare, which swung heavily from his strong jaws. His amber eyes glowed in the darkness and his dark fur made him seem like a bandit.<br/><br/>As he entered the camp the other wolves stared at him, hungrily. They wanted his power as a beta wolf but they all knew better than to challenge him. He could hold his own in a fight and wouldnt even think twice about killing a pack mate. The only wolf his ever listened to was his alpha, which was the law anyway.<br/>-----<br/>Midnight looked up at the sky and yawned. It looked around midday from the position of the sun. The sun warmed her dark fur easily, as if she were a black heat magnet. She glanced around the camp before laying her head down and closing her eyes.<br/>-----<br/>Silverfang padded over to his alpha slowly. "Snowheart, how are you feeling?" the older wolf asked in greeting. Silverfang felt the need to stay by her side for if she needed advice. He didnt wish for any other pack to think her young age was a disadvantage for the pack after all. She had the strength and wisdom to lead the pack on her own, but a little advice here and there never killed a wolf.