"The winters were rough in Alaska, always had been since the first wolves set paw across earth. Wolves had always been native to the area, knew how to survive the harsh wilderness their mother decided to throw their way. Then humans came, and little by little the Alaskan wilderness became a war ground, humans killing off Caribou and moose to feed themselves and the tainted wolves brought over from another place and trained like pets to survive the harsh weather. No one could fully beat mother nature when she attacked, her winters where brutal and her spring was plentiful. Both races lived peacefully for some time, until the humans started taking wolves as a threat. Their dogs pulled them along in carts, pulling logs from all over during the spring to make a small civilization in the middle of nowhere. Human hunting drew the animals away and with it, the wolves who used the area to feed their pack had to move across miles to find food. Many failed and lost their lives, picked up and used as fur for the hairless beings. Time moved on and wolves became the enemy, scrounging for human leftovers to close to homes. The humans began to train their dogs to attack wolves, and in return the war started. Wolves attacked at night, snatching up dogs like rabbits while the same happened to the wolves. Small groups of huskies found lone wolves and attacked, making a horrible unfair advantage. The war had not stopped since. However with a giant storm that wiped out the human species from Alaska, and almost all of the wolves and huskies alike. However despite the conditions of harsh winter and little food the war still played as a barrier. Without humans to kill the wolves, the creatures sought out the opportunity to lower and control the husky numbers. Bringing hundreds down to 13 by the time of this year. Wolves became border patrol keeping the beasts in line till this day." Her voice was weak, bones as fragile as a jellyfish top. Yet her weakening body couldn't stop the female from telling the greatest story of all time. Her name was Khevyel, and she was the mother of the wolves. An elder who marked her own destiny through her stories, mother nature kept her alive for a reason. To carry on the story to other pups and her granddaughter. Aleu, a alpha female heir. A small pack of 10 and five pups on the way from a few females, making the pack stronger through the winters. They expected far too much from her, and Aleu knew she would fail to please her pack. "Watching the huskies this morning hmm?" Her brother nudged her side, making her twist her ear around at his attention while he rubbed his body against her like a cat before sitting down next to her. Aleu found watching the easiest way to keep the pack safe. They wouldn't get far without the wolves watching them, huskies ate the rabbits which hopped into the cabins for warmth. Aleu sighed, at least they had the old cabins to stay warm. Her brother nudged her again and licked her cheek "Alek knows you're here, he wants you to watch over Khevyel and the pregnant females while we go hunting. Shouldn't keep him waiting Aleu"