A swing through time

The pack leaders had completely forgotten about the new alpha, but then he arrived. At the exact moment the pack leaders had all begun to grow impatient, ready to hear the new leader speak. The pack leader came riding on horseback, his long dark brown hair blowing in the wind. He rode directly toward the front line of the pack—the wolves who were ready to do battle—and stopped right beside the old pack alpha, staring at him with an expressionless face. Then, without saying a word or looking at anyone else in the pack, he pulled out a dagger and sliced open his palm. Blood immediately gushed out of his wound. And he threw his hand in the air, letting his arm fall at his side, as if it weighed nothing. And then he said something to the old pack alpha. “I hereby swear to fight for the new pack until my last breath. I will fight and bleed for you. Because of my oath, my life means something. Because of your death, my own life will mean nothing. Your pack will live for me. Your people