LunarShadowCreations

A ring of fire was suspended in the strangely darkened sky, where the sun should have been shining brightly as it had been earlier that morning. It burned his eyes as he stared, causing them to water, and Nineveh lowered his head to paw at the stinging sensation. “What’s happening?” “Cyrus Nineveh, what do we do?” “What does it mean?” “Is it Xerxes? A message from our god?” Nineveh looked at the wolves gathered around him. He managed to find his voice and, though it was raw and croaking, he managed to rasp out, “I-I don’t know. Give me a moment, please.” His heart was thudding, racing like a jackrabbit across the prairie, fluttering like the wings of a bird. The ring of fire evoked such a strong sense of fear, a primal, deep fear, and he couldn’t choke out another sentence, when - His vision suddenly went dark, and a buzzing filled his ears. He dropped to his belly, his claws sinking into the earth as he tried to ground himself, the world seeming to sway and dip around him. He

The storm arrives with unexpected ferocity, despite the pack's diligent planning. There is no stopping the sudden storm surge, the dreadfully powerful winds, and the downpour. Nineveh had tried to be responsible and wise leading his packmates, but, much to his frustration, couldn't convince his sister, Melchior Tahmina, to abandon the Caves and seek shelter. Only as trees groan from the force of the wind around them does Nineveh finally withdraw his pleas, asking two trusted Nabu to remain behind with the stubborn Melchior. Only a few of his packmates join him up the mountainside. Many others are still out in the territory, trying to prepare for the storm. His mind whirls like the rapids as he tries to piece together where they are, and if any of them have a chance of surviving the storm. I should have demanded they all stay in this shelter, he thinks blindly. What's a few days of hunger compared to dying in this storm? Haunted by his decision-making, he stands higher up the cliff,