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Many seasons ago, Jingo had searched for a pack after his birthpack had driven him away. He was looking for a pack not only to join, but he hoped
of leading it too. And that was when the ominous prophecy came that would forever send him in panic.
    Jingo knew how powerful he was, and no serigala, wolf could stand a chance against him in a fight. He marched into unfamilar terriory, marking it as his own.
After making his presence known, the Serigala of the mountain pack were aware and they made it clear they didn't want him here. He stayed over the seterusnya few
days, also making it clear to...
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The battle ended when Jingo stepped out of the nursery entrance. With the death of their leader, the pack had surrendered instantly. Jingo looked
across the clearing with satisfaction. A few lebih of them had also died and their bodies were scattered across the clearing, but the live ones were huddled
against a large boulder with Darque and Sylph surrounding them in case any of them tried to resist.
    Jingo thrust himself ke hadapan and studied each terrified serigala, wolf unsympathetically, carelessly shoving Darque aside. Red pelts, perhaps
black along with young age. Those were the...
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A single serigala, wolf came into camp. He was dreadfully thin. Ruby could see that even from where she stood on surveylance. He walked with a limp, and his
steps were tiring like he couldn't find the strength to take another step. He looked horrible and Ruby's hati, tengah-tengah tightened with instant sympathy for him. He didn't
look like he could hurt anyone, let alone be any sort of threat.    Suddenly he looked her way before she had time to slide back out of sight. Ruby stood stock still,
watching him, and he watched her back.
    Then the russet-colored serigala, wolf layed down...
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Ruban was dead. The great leader he had looked up to since he was born lay before him. Russet could not believe it, and he stood there stiff with horror
and disbelief.
    Jingo pushed Ruban aside like he was no lebih than the Bones of a piece of prey he was done toying with and howled, a long, blood-curdling howl to
celebrate his victory. The sound made Russet feel sick inside and he rushed over to his fallen leader to be with him before his spirit went away to the unknown.
He hesitated when he approached but slunk ke hadapan at a crawl and bowed his head before Ruban to pay his...
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Jingo was a large gray serigala, wolf who bore the wounds of countless battles. His paws were reddish brown in color like they were permanately stained from
the blood of his victoms. He advanced ke hadapan toward Ruban from the mouth of the dark den, limping slightly which he paid no care to hide. There was no
doubt Jingo was only proving to him that he was Pack Leader, not a serigala, wolf to be messed with. The rest of his pack fanned out behind him, snarling at the two
intruders who came to challenge their leader.
    Ruban noticed that most of them also bore wounds and ugly scars inflicted upon...
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Russet followed behind his leader. He stepped in Ruban's very pawsteps, hoping that someday he could be like his fearless, strong leader. Ruban trotted
along tirelessly down slopes and up steep ridges, all the while progressing toward the destination Russet hoped they would never reach.
    At last they passed sejak the icy canyon and Ruban smelled the scents of strange wolves. Enemies. Ignoring the border with a sniff of disgust, he went
onward, calling Russet to alih faster. He himself was not eager to reach his destination either, but he was not going to waste precious moonlight....
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    It is sometimes the most beautiful of nights that are the most deadly, Ruban decided when he stood proudly on the cliff face overlooking the clearing. He studied the countless amount of stars that glittered like fireflies in the indigo darkness. It was a warm summer
night and the slight breeze made it perfect for hunting. How he longed to run, to scent, to chase.
    A small female serigala, wolf approached behind him, her head lowered respectfully, but her tail flickered slightly as if dismissing the thought of showing
her respect to the Pack Leader. She was...
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