Rise paced in his den, growling to himself. Those filthy Falling Dusk wolves had ruined his plans! He was supposed to be the King of Wolves!
With a huff, the midnight colored wolf sat down. His fluffy tail flicked back and forth slowly, thinking. "They'll be weak," he muttered to himself. "But we are too. Those traitors put up quite a fight."
The Alpha sighed and stuck his head out of his den. The sun beat down heavily on the barren camp. There was no shade, only hot sand and rock in and around their camp. But they were strong. So far, Blaze Pack had survived the hardships of the desert. Surely they could survive a couple of scratches from the Falling Dusk group.
Rise drew his head back in and lay down, his chin resting on his paws. He sighed again. His pads ached, his mouth was dry, and it was too hot to go drink out of the water hole that was in their desert camp. But they were strong. They would survive. It was Blaze Pack's job to survive anything and everything.
"I'll lead a battle on Falling Dusk," the Alpha decided with a strange gleam in his eyes. "Then we won't have to live in this dreaded desert anymore." Then with another huff, he closed his eyes.
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