The Begginging *chapter 1*

In the begginging, before man was really identified to the Canis Lupis, life was good. Food was plentiful and the herds never dwindled. The wolf was the king of the wood. Strong, powerful, and almighty, other packs were the only threat to these beasts. Wars raged and the young were robbed of there very life, never to grow to there full potential. One small pup, Koda, will make her stand in history though, fighting not only for her life, but for those around her.

Koda was only three months old, small and rambuncious was a description that floated around the Keenai pack. The pack was very large and strong, rumored to be the most fearsome, not Many tried to battle for there herds and territory, but none prevail.

Keenai played by a brook, the water bubbled and stirred over the worn stones that littered the bottom. Koda stuck one paw in the cold liquid and quickly jumped back with a squeik of astonishmet. Koda looked up to her mother with sharp blue eyes filled with wonder. Neara, the wolf pups mother smiled and bent her lean head and licked her pups nose reasuringly. Koda smiled and barked.The wind stirred the trees, carrying a scent that was unlike the usual. The smell of decaying leaves and the other wolves was strong as usual, but another was lingering. The smell of a trespasser. Neara tested the winds again, her nose held high. "Yes, it is so." she said to herself. She quickly bent her head and swiftly picked up Koda by the scruff, wisking her pup off to a nearby den.