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A howl breaks through the night. Soleil startles awake and stays still as the fog clears through his brain. Then he recognizes who that howl belongs to, and suddenly his hackles rise with anger. Ko-fi

A challenge. Someone wishes to take a piece of his territory. But not anybody. The wind comes from the south. That’s where the Junction Butte pack is. Aconite presses her head on top of Soleil’s back and lets out a soft whine. We’re all tired. They’re not even good hunting grounds. We’ll get it back next winter. Soleil knows better than to give in to the rage. There are so many mouths to feed, everyone’s energy should stay focused on that. He settles back in the dog pile that is keeping them warm as the drizzle starts to fall. The howls won’t stop. Soleil rolls on his side, then stretches to ease the ache in his bones. He tosses and turns and despite the cold rain, his fur suffocates him. A lightning tears the pitch black sky, then a thunder crashes close by, resonating in the whole valley. Aconite jumps awake. It’s just thunder. As she lays back down, shifting around hoping to find the comforting warmth of her mate, she finds nothing but cold damp dirt. Soleil is gone.

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Year 3. Pups of the year : Brook, Ash, Oleander, Ripple, Iris

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All the pups survived ! The pack is growing twice as big in number.

This is the pack's very first litter in their newly formed territory. Aconite and Soleil snuggle peacefuly as they watch their smallest pups wobble by the shores of icy melting lake, under the watchful eyes of their older siblings.