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The Crimson River *Chapter 1, Part 1* The sun's brilliant light hit the trees of the forest, casting their shadows onto the lush greenery below, where a brown-and-white wolf-pup ventured cautiously. Where are you? he wondered, fighting the urge to call out because that could draw unwanted attention to himself. The pup's slightly muscular figure tensed as he heard the sound of paws too heavy to belong to the one whom he was searching for slowly gaining on him from behind. Frightened, he broke into a run, making random turns left and right in hopes of throwing off his pursuer. He risked a backward glance, glimpsing the silhouette of a bulky adult wolf far behind him but approaching quickly. Before the pup could face forward again, he collided with a silver figure and ricocheted to the ground. "Violet?" the pup panted, hoping he'd ran into light-footed she-wolf that had went missing two days prior. His hopes vanished as the figure, a she-wolf but not the one he was
The Crimson River *Prologue, Part 2* Snowflakes surfed the gale into the clearing from the north, promising a harsh Winter to come. Stormcloud organized the wolves of his pack for the day, seemingly not paying any heed to the weather. That brought concern among the younger pack-mates, including Stormcloud's son Shadow. Shadow had noticed more of the elder wolves moving in with the healers, becoming ill from the cold, and was quick to catch on to the similarities between his father's attitude and the elders'; usually Stormcloud would do anything to take care of his pack, not just stand there and let them fall victim to the season. Shadow wasn't the only one who caught on to the changes in their leader, either. Midnight stood by Shadow's side, watching Stormcloud seek shelter in his den after the orders were given. She followed Shadow and he padded into the den after his father. "What about the rest of us?" Shadow blurted when he was standing in front of Stormcloud. Midn
The Crimson River *Prologue, Part 1* A dark gray wolf stood upon a rock that overhung the gathering of his pack within a clearing in the forest. Beside him, his young son of a similar shade observed how his father organized their pack into hunting parties, caretakers, and guardians, knowing someday he would inherit the older wolf's place as leader. As the last of the wolves below left to fulfill their tasks for the day, the pup was eager to get started on his own. "What shall I do, Father?" he asked. The leader gave an amused huff. "You've asked that every day for a month, now, Shadow. Why don't you play with the other pups for a change? Midnight seems to be lacking a playmate." "No way! I'm going to be in charge someday--I don't have time to mess around," Shadow replied indignantly. "Besides, none of the other pups like me. Ever since Raindrop..." "How do you know they don't like you if you don't spend time with them?" Shadow faced