The Wolf Pack: Next Gen

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Hock reached to pat the scout's fur, laughing at the absurdity. Here he was, lying amongst tall grass and pink flowers, with Caicias of all wolves. He laughed reassuringly. "The feelin's mutual."
 
The scout seemed to relax at Hock's words, peeking up at him. "W-well, that's good then. Uh, cause yknow, it'd have been weird to be lying here this whole time and not have the same feelings for each other, considering how we got here and everything.." He continued to ramble on, nerves getting the better of him.
 
Ascending the Alpha Rock without invitation felt good. Selkis' shoulder blades rose and fell beneath golden fur as she padded up to, then stopped behind Liguria. She watched the other wolf's figure, waiting.
 
Hock felt arcs of electricity course through him as he leant in to kiss Caicias. That would quieten his nervous chittering, he thought. He hadn't kissed a wolf since he was younger, nine moons baring a crush on a she wolf from a neighbouring part of the forest. She had ran through the trees, her image flittering playfully. He had chased after her, but they hadn't fallen like he had with Caicias.
 
Liguria felt the breeze buffet her fur. After her vision, she had assumed a meditative state upon her Alpha rock. She thought of what she saw when Difference had dragged her into his depths. A bleak world, with a bright moon. She had seen Osiris for the first time, and then Selkis. Selkis. She turned, and it seemed her thoughts had summoned the very she wolf to her. To see the alpha again- to feel her presence, was a welcome surprise. She blinked, startled but all the same smiling.
"I thought you had left for Sky Pack." The Demon noted she hadn't returned with Raelicka. It was just them.
 
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"I did." Selkis' expression was oddly unreadable; she didn't smile, nor did she look particularly serious. Her eyes, wide and watchful, never left Liguria's face.
"Don't you want me?"
The tiniest twitch of a smirk lifted her mouth.
 
Caicias' blush increased tenfold as he leaned in to meet Hock halfway, melting into the kiss. Of course, he hadn't done such a thing before; he'd lived and grown up either with family or on the forest's edge, toying with the mist. He hadn't had experience with other wolves. One of his sisters had, and had explained -- in detail -- how it worked, so he had a vague idea. And it felt right. With Hock. It all felt right.
 
Liguria started at the tone of the wolf. Soft, and seductive. It fit her.
"Of course." She said, unsure of what else to comment. "I've wanted you from the very first day we met." Selkis could have been referring to her arrival at Demon Pack, but Liguria saw something different. Her tail swished as she stepped forward.
 
Hock pulled away, green eyes foccusing on Caicias. He looked away suddenly, fearing scutiny for an abstracted moment. Childhood memories flashed through him.
"Dull and insolent." Came the hiss from the Guidance. She boxed him on the ears one more. He sat shamefaced on the ground, head bowed.
"The weight of what you have done stands with you and the other dolt." His head jerked upwards, eyes narrowing into slits.
"Dun' talk about him like that." She gasped in a shaking rage. Her tone became pleading.
"Don't you know? Don't you understand what will become of you?"

"Caicias." He breathed.
 
Caicias nuzzled into his fur, closing his eyes as he gently breathed in Hock's scent. "Hock," he responded, softly. He felt safe here; content. Like he could rest here forever and be protected.
 
Selkis liked that Liguria saw another meaning in her simple statement - her smirk grew fractionally bigger, unveiling a sliver of sharp white tooth.
"The feeling's returned."
They were alone on the peak, and her eyes drifted across to the mouth of the Alpha den.
 
Liguria followed the she wolf's gaze, and a small grin spread across her face.
"As you wish." She had cottoned on to Selkis' game now. It felt good to finally adress their love, the sublime prophecy that had brought them together. The night air felt cool. She lead the way towards her den, looking over her shoulder teasingly at the Sky Pack Aloha from time to time.

Although Hock found a comfort in Caicias' presence, he grew skeptical as to if they could lie there all night.
"We oughta- get up maybe. I mean, get some sleep." He laughed, silently thanking the root he had conjured for pushing him into his love.
 
Caicias nodded, opening his eyes again. He stood up, nudging Hock over onto his feet again. "Good idea," he said, chuckling.
 
Far in the East, high up in the mountains, a pool of ink spilled on a flat plateau. It rose, forming into the shape of a wolf, and deteriorated. Reformed. Fell apart. Reformed again.
Eventually the wolf clambered to its feet, snarling. Its fur shifted around it, pieces falling off and turning into beetles that quickly skittered away, immediately regenerating from thick black liquid that congealed on its skeleton to form flesh. Its body suggested that at one point in time, its fur had been brown, though now it was such a shade of sickly green it was almost unrecognisable. It turned, surveying the plateau on which it had spawned, the movement causing another part of it to rot and fall off. The flesh turned into beetles which tried to skitter away, but were seemingly caught; frozen in place, they suddenly melted back into the same black substance the wolf had been formed from. The liquid spread, taking over the plateau, leaving space for two more to spawn.
 
Bones of animals scattered on the plateau shook. Earth rumbled. Stone cracked above. From the bones grew flesh, like flowers. Curved ridges were enveloped, forming muscle and skin. An old yellow eye blinked into a once empty socket. A tongue flapped. The skull from whence they appeared was worn in the jaws, looking as if to grin in its half-death. After a moment of assembling and orientating, the beast took to life. War rose from their place amongst the moss and the insects, shaking their fur to greet the sun. Birds flew from treetops, signalling their arrival into the world of the living once more.
 
Selkis followed the Demon Alpha. Those red eyes shone like rubies in the darkness and enticed her in; the heady appeal of having someone forbidden spurred her on. Her golden fur seemed to shimmer like a ray of sunshine locked into a wolf's figure. Her namesake was an Egyptian goddess, like Osiris before her, and she felt divine too as she stepped into the shadow of the Alpha den. Selkis stood before Liguria, bright green eyes staring her down. Then she pushed forward and touched her for the very first time.

A corpse opened its eyes. The wolf had been slain some weeks ago and lay beneath a buildup of dead leaves and shadow; maggots had burrowed through its eye sockets and settled in its stomach to gorge on rotting organs. Every bone in its skeleton pushed up against a sparse covering of deep grey fur. Its eyes had been the first things to go, but the empty black holes were now filled with pupil-less, bloody red irises which glowed. The dead wolf began to stand stiffly, as if something otherworldly now inhabited the body and was still figuring out how to use it. When it stood on its four paws, it raised its head. The glowing eyes looked slowly both ways. It had a drooling jaw full of enormous teeth which appeared mismatched, many of them sticking out of its mouth entirely. It was hungry. It was starving. The only thing in its belly was maggots eating it from the inside out.
Famine stepped into the light.
 
Pestilence grinned, turning to look at its two companions. Part of its jaw fell away and reformed immediately.
"Welcome War, Famine," it crooned, its voice almost glitchy from lack of use and disrepair.
It surveyed the others. They'd seen better days, but to Pestilence, they looked glorious now. It turned, looking out of the plateau across the land, spilling out below them. Such life, waiting for the taking. It grinned, inviting the pair to step up next to it. "Come, look at the view."
 
Famine walked forwards slowly, drops of drool stretching from its canines hitting the floor. It reached the plateau's edge. The beast stared out over the tops of the trees and at the sunlight spilled across it.
"Peaceful."
It was true - the place was almost silent aside from a few singing larks. The day was clear and still.
"Too peaceful."
 
Pestilence hummed their agreement, surveying the landscape. Around their feet, darkness pooled.
"Let's change that."
The darkness fell off the edge of the plateau, spilling like a waterfall. When it hit the rocks below, it formed into a thousand emerald-shelled beetles, which took to the skies and flew off in swarms, filling the sky with a wonderful darkness as they spread their disease.
"So," the beast said, watching as the horizon darkened, "Where to first?"
 
War barked a laugh, sure of their companions once more. Their plated body, assembled partly from the bones of other animals, shambled its way over to their companions. The beast's body seemed to jingle with the teeth that hung from their neck. Molars, canines, and cuspids circled muscle in an invisible ring, following the main body like incessant flies. When they spoke, the words of thousands of past warriors filtered from their jaws. Screams, growls, and whispers, condensed themselves into one single voice.
"My friends, it has been a long time." Although it was impossible for the creature to feel any modicum of emotion, there was a certain fondness in their greeting.
"I suggest we walk on, into the main forests."
 
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