Chapter 18: Helping Humans

DUSK

    She opened her eyes and light danced into her pale grey eyes. "Yawn," she said, agreeing on the fact she fell asleep. A migraine triggered in her head, and she lifted her head. "Nyxtryx? Anyone?" she called. She looked around. Everything, everyone, is gone.

    She couldn't recall what happened. "Chief Darke?" she asked.

    A brown sparrow chirped overhead. There was a shout. She attempted to stand, as she recognised it as a human. She placed her left fore paw forwards and felt an indescribable pain shot through her paw.

    I need to go! cried Dusk in her mind, twitching her grey left forepaw, panicking.

    A distant collection of barking filled her ears, it seems recognisable, but she didn't know whose.

    A man came into sight, a rifle in hand. Spotting Dusk, he pointed at her from the distance, yelling over his shoulder.

    This is the end, thought Dusk, sobbing gently.

    I'm sorry, Wisp, I'm sorry, Nyxtyx, I'm sorry... everyone I abandoned... I'm so sorry, Mist...

    My chief, Darke, and our advisor, Shadow, I'm sorry I couldn't serve as a general anymore...

    Instead of feeling the cold barrel against her fur, a touch of warmth on her grey fur. She looked up from her shut eyes, exposing her delicate eyes towards a man.

    His jade eyes twinkled with pity for Dusk. "Poor gal, 'elp's on the way."

    His wavy hair was brown, his tanned skin shadowed underneath his hair, he donned a blue cloth over his chest and beige cloth over his hips and below.

    A dog was beside him, sniffing Dusk with curiosity. The dog was athletically built, with brown and black short fur and beady eyes, it's ears perked up. "Hullo," said the dog.

    "Daddy! Daddy!"

    A boy was running up the hill with a blonde lady, her cherry lips and squinted, small eyes were amber. The two carried a sack.

    The boy was running. He has large brown eyes, his brown hair dotted with specks of light. "Mommy and I manage to find some bandages and herbs," he said.

    "Good job, Kenny, good job, Elena," the man said, his voice rough.

    Elena smiled sweetly. "What's ever the matter, Gareth dear?"

    "A poor injured wolf..." said Gareth, his jade eyes looking at Dusk, studying for any other injuries. "Except for what seems to be wrong with 'er left paw, I don't think there are any other injuries."

    "Thank goodness," Elena breathed, and set the sack down, revealing a long white ribbon.

    Helena then produced rock-like items from her sack. "Mortar and pestle," muttered Gareth.

    Hmm... A mortar and a pestle... thought Dusk, looking at the items.

    From Kenny's sack, the young boy clothed in white pulled out leaves of many assortment. Gareth grabbed a few and crushed them. Kenny pulled out a bottle filled with white-yellow liquid. Gareth took it too and poured a bit into the collection of crushed leaves.

    "It'll look weird," said the dog, but it's going to be OK, just calm down."

    "T-thank you," Dusk said, sighing in relief. "What's your name?"

    The boxer looked at her. "Sasha."

    Dusk was slightly shocked. A female boxer! She didn't even look like a female! "Oh, I'm Dusk."

    "Dusk, a beautiful name indeed," said Sasha as Gareth closed in for Dusk. The bowl-like object- Dusk didn't know whether it was a mortar or a pestle- in hand, he sat down and applied some of the mushy green mixture onto Dusk's left forepaw. Then, with the ribbon, tied it up.

    "Aww, she's not even mad at you daddy!" Kenny cried, looking at Dusk with glee.

    Elena even looked at Dusk with her amber eyes with pure affection.

    Then, the three tidied up their items and Gareth heaved Dusk onto his two arms, wincing slightly to realise she was heavy. "The medicine will work soon, come on now, gal, let's bring you to a 'ome."

Author's Note: My draft would be that Dusk follows the pack again with no memories. Whoop, wrong turn. Anyway, we might need a new perspective soon to spy on Shadow. Haha.

Do you guys think we should add a third perspective?

Chapter 17: Hunting

MIDNIGHT

    Epsilon guided Cullen and Midnight. "Yo-ho-ho! Lookie, bro, there's a hare there," Epsilon cried.

    "Can you just stop calling me 'bro'?" demanded Cullen.

     Midnight was irritated as well. "Call me by my name!"

    Epsilon laughed, his sharp fangs showing. His maroon eyes held no seriousness, only the feeling of fun. The wolf ducked and crouched down, staring at the brown hare. He then pounced onto the hare, rolling around as the hare tried to free itself from his grasp. Cullen and Midnight sighed. For one, Epsilon does not know how to hunt.

    Licking his lips, the grey wolf-deer snapped at the bunny, and devoured it. "That was good, c'mon, people, let's get this party rockin'!"

     "Rocking?" asked Cullen.

     "I hope that roughly translate to 'let's hunt more'," Midnight dared to answer.

     With that, the three wolves ventured the woods for more animals. Cullen whipped his tail around, and Midnight nearly forgot it was magic at work.

    "Why is the Silver Woods called the 'Silver Woods'?" asked Midnight.

    The wolf smiled. "Why, you ask? Well, well," Epsilon said. "Look at the tree dudes, their leaves have green or brown veins, whereas in the Silver Woods, there, the little dudes has silver veins."

    "Whoa," Cullen commented.

    "Magic runs through the area, in the air, soil and such," said Epsilon. "They cannot escape, as the rushing river keeps the magic in."

    Midnight saw as Epsilon flickered between a wolf and a horned-wolf. She looked puzzled, but kept it to herself.

    "As the river keeps us cleanse of magic, when we escape to the realm of 'reality', we are stripped off of magic."

    "What about Beta? His rune tower?" asked Midnight.

    Epsilon jogged for a while before resuming to his steady pace. "Well, he cheated. He dried the river and allowed magic to escape- intentionally."

    "So, whenever you go out with magic..." Cullen said.

    "Magic goes with us, and- ugh."

    The wolf arched his back in agony and became a deer once more. "My apologies. I was saying, and it will be released into this world in small amounts. They later disappear to be used by the Sol Spirits to feed the celestial bodies."

    "Sol Spirits?" asked Cullen.

    Epsilon nodded. "I shall teach you about it later if you please."

    With that, the deer strode to the closest tree and nipped at it's bark, eating a thin layer of it's bark. "Hmm-mm, delicious," he said. "These trees are different with those trees in the Silver Woods."

    "How so?" asked Cullen.

    "Magic, magic taste bitter," said Epsilon. "Try eating a piece of bark or grass. They were grown in the land of magic with magic, in magic, they taste bitter. Excessive magic makes you bitter as well. That's the explanation for greed."

    "Hmm, that explains a lot," murmured Midnight, fuming.

    "Also, one reason to protect us from eating anything that is of there."

    "What if something over populate the area and takes over?"

    "Then, we destroy them with magic, as their greed must have been built by magic," said Epsilon, licking the last bit of a snack he would enjoy in a long time.

    "Say, Epsilon..." Cullen say. "What are you? You eat rabbits, and now tree-stuff!"

    "Firstly, my dear friend, it's a hare, and it was bark I was eating."

    "Call me Cullen," Cullen curtly said.

    "Alright, then. Firstly, Cullen, it's a-"

    Midnight sighed. Epsilon was, no doubt, a creature of high respect and has a great sense of honour. Still, when he changed... who did he become?

Author's Note: This is really short... Ahh... Anyway, my apologies for not posting! I forgot about my Sunday schedule... I'll try to post as normally as I can again, OK?