An Alliance

In the heart of the wilderness, I, representing my pack, approached the leader of a neighboring pack with a nod of respect. Seeking an alliance, I understood the need for caution in our dealings. It was a decision I had decided upon without input from anyone but the main outcast gang, and now it was time to present my case.

The neighboring pack leader was a friend, but he regarded me warily as I walked in his direction, his eyes scrutinizing my intent. They knew about the death of one of our members, and had shown us nothing but support. I wasted no time in explaining our purpose, sharing that recent encounters with rival packs had underscored the necessity of unity and strength. I believed that by forming an alliance, our packs could defend each other, secure territories, and create a safer environment for our kin to flourish.

As I approached the clearing, my heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. The leader of the neighboring pack, Dan, stood there, his expre