The blizzard had been unexpected. One moment, he was making his rounds around the borders, the next he could barely see a paw he put in front of the other. He wisely seeked for refuge, hoping that his pack mates had his same idea. The blizzard, though it had ended as quick as it came, was disorienting. When Miccah thought he was heading to thw safety of the pack den, he had actually windered out of Secret Woodlands borders. When the blizzard released his fury, he was surprised that he was miles from home. When the black furred beast arrived home, his first priority was to check thay his pack mates had not fared a fate such as his, or Fates forbid, a worse one.
It had been days since that frightening event, and his worry instead of diminishing, grew. Most of his pack mates had been accounted for, for he had either met them on his rounds on the borders, or scented their strong mark on the borders he guarded daily. But there was one man he neither saw nor scented as the days passed. His King, Hollow, was nowhere to be found. To say he was worried was an understatement. Even though there was now signs of spring, it was still winter. There were still no signs that prey was coming back to the Lore. Miccah wondered if he was overreacting. Maybe this was all in his head. But he did know one thing. If Hollow didn't show up soon, Miccah knew it was his duty to step up and be Leader. But could he do it? Could he lead this pack as strongly as Hollow had? He had been trained to become a leader since the say he was born, for he was the first born of his father's litter. Back then, Miccah knew what was ahead of him. At least, for a little while. In his early Yearling days, his world had fallen apart at the seams in a matter of what seemed like seconds. Now,in this moment in time, what would be the right path to take? In the midst of his worries, he knew there was one woman that could give him the answers he so seeked. Or at least, he hoped. Raising his head, he howled for his beloved Queen.
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