[Comments are very much appreciated :D. And yes, This is also an rp that I made, but the story is only using my characters, and is likely to be completely different from the roleplay.]

Prologue

(Yes, I know. The prologue is extremely short.) 

"And so then," the old wolf spoke to the five pups. Choctaw glanced over to her sister, Two Feathers, who was anxiously waiting for the old wolf to continue. He had paused for a moment. "The four of them came to the top of the mountain, exhausted. And, there it was." The old wolf paused once again. Personally, Choctaw thought that this was so annoying, but clearly, Two Feathers was completely amazed by the story. "Esgard."

When the old wolf said nothing else, Two Feathers was silent until he actually realized that the story of Esgard was over. She turned to the old wolf, with an ex
pression on her face that suggested she was thinking: That's all? But she spoke up. "Is Esgard...real?" She asked. Choctaw saw Pass, one of the other pups, roll his eyes as she asked the question.

The old wolf just smiled. "That's for you to decide." He replied, then turned and left the den.

(Six Months Later.)

"He was a great wolf," The alpha's voice rang through the clearing, where the pack was gathered around one of their pack members. One of their pack members's body, actually. "And he will not be forgotten by any of us."

Two sighed. The old wolf had died today, killed off not by illness or injury, but simply by his age. She remembered the stories that he had used to tell her and the other pups months ago. Stories of heroic wolves saving packs, stopping wars, sacrificing themselves for others were all among them. But there was one that stood out to Two Feathers somehow. The one about 'Esgard,' the perfect territory, thousands of miles away. The story had told of ten wolves journeying to find Esgard, going thousands of miles in an attempt to reach a place that they were uncertain if it even existed. And how when the wolves who survived the journey finally got there, there were only four. It stood out to her, like it was different from the other stories somehow. Like it was real. Two believed in it. It was real to her.

She turned back for a moment. The Alpha, whose name was Asabe, was saying something about how the old wolf, who had been named Modoc, had served the pack so well for so many years. Nobody in the pack really seemed to be all that upset with Modoc's death- it didn't take long for Two to realize that. It must be so horrible, She thought, To die, and have no one care about it. She paused. I will not let it happen to me, She thought. Two wanted to be remembered as a wolf who was actually of some importance- not just another dead body that means nothing and will rot into nothing eventually.

Two Feathers padded over to her sister, Choctaw. Choctaw was a black and white wolf with yellow eyes. (Basically, she looks like the wolf in this picture: http://images.sodahead.com/profiles/0/0/2/1/8/7/6/7/3/BlackWhite-wolf-39854944128.png)

"Hey, Twoee." Choctaw said. Twoee was one of Two Feathers's many nicknames, but it was usually only used by her sister. There was a hint of sadness in her sister's voice, which made Two Feathers think that maybe she was wrong about no one caring about the old wolf's death. Twoee sat down next to Choctaw.

"Hi Choc." Feathers replied. Choc was Choctaw's nickname. Usually, it annoyed her if Two called her 'Choc,' but right now she didn't really seem to care. At the moment, it didn't matter. A pack member had died: Nicknames were probably the least of Choctaw's concerns.

Choctaw turned back toward Asabe's announcement, clearly paying a lot more attention the what the alpha had to say than her sister. Feathers decided to listen as well.

"However, we will move on. We cannot live in the past. We will continue life as usual." Asabe then began to walk away from the crowd of wolves that had gathered around him. He turned back for a moment. "You may all return to whatever it is you were doing." He barked, then turned back around, and returned to his den.

Twoee saw Choctaw padding over to Pass. She narrowed her eyes. Choctaw spends more time with Pass than she does with anyone. Twoee looked around. Since Choctaw was now talking to Pass, Two Feathers was left with no one to talk to. She sighed, and padded over to a den on the other side of the clearing. She walked in, and laid down. She quickly fell asleep.

"Pass!" Choctaw shouted. Her friend was far ahead of her. He had claimed that he had found something to show her. She followed, but had trouble keeping up.

Pass skidded to a halt and turned back toward her. "What?"

"Wait up! If you want me to come with you you can't run so fast." She heard her friend shout an apology over his shoulder, and he stayed where he was. Choctaw padded over to him, and he began walking again. "Are we almost there?" She asked.

"Yeah." Pass's voice was only a whisper by now. "Be quiet, though."

Be quiet?! Choctaw began to be afraid of whatever he was going to show her. Her ears went flat to her head, but she kept walking. Pass stopped, and Choctaw stopped as well. Without saying a word, Pass nodded toward a stream. The weather had gotten warmer. There was still snow, but the stream had thawed and wasn't frozen over anymore.

Choctaw turned to him. This is what he drug me all the way out here for? A creek? Pass turned to her, then nodded toward the stream again. It took Choctaw a moment to see what she was actually supposed to be looking at. On the opposite side of the stream, there was a wolf. It was reddish-brown and white. She didn't recognize it. She looked around and saw that there wasn't just the one wolf, but an entire pack. A huge pack. She turned to Pass. "We have to tell Asabe." She whispered.

The two wolves raced back to the camp. Pass was running at full speed when he reached Asabe, and Choctaw wasn't far behind him. "Alpha!" Pass called as he stopped in front of Asabe. "There's another pack on the other side of the territory. By the stream." Pass was talking quickly.

Asabe growled. "How many wolves were there?"

Choctaw was standing beside Pass now. "Too many to fight off," She said.