Scarlet Fang

Scarlet Fang
Lupus	Galliard	Silver Fangs
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Scarlet Fang was a Lupus from the wilds in Canada, "protected" Kinfolks in the great forests of this continent. They say I was meant to be, they say I would be the changing point. When I breed true and had my first change. I believed them all. We started as cubs, a small group from multiple tribes, to complete a vision. Even before we had our rite of Passage we had our first adventure. During a Raid our Denmother was forced to Fight a Wyrm creature and his Formori. We did not stand by and watch the fight, we did not flee before the Wyrm, we howled to the Moon and slaughtered the Fomori, Me and the Shadowlord Cub both finished our opponent and went to help the Denmother with the Wyrm creature. He was there first, he hit the creature from the back, and by that hit the Denmother was able to take it down. I was just to slow, not in time. When the rite of passage came and the elders announced that we would form the pack of five souls at once according the Vision, I was not to become the Packleader, the Shadowlord would become. I did not accept this, No Silver Fang would take commands of a Shadowlord, not even a Cubfriend and comrade in arms against the Wyrm. The Challenge I did not win, not meant to be they stated. We go on, three years later, we know what to do, where to go, what to except. All by the visions of Elders and stories of spirits. But is was not meant to be, too focused on this quest we did not see the simple threat. I still do not know if we were betrayed or this enemy was on the right spot on the wrong time. The ambush worked, we were going to die. We prepared for a last stand, when our pack leader ordered us to run. He would hold them long enough to get us out. When the fighting began we ran, well not all of us, The Get Ahroun lost his mind and fought besides our leader, we could hear the fight while we ran, all the way, and I have good ears. I still hear them at nights, just past the next hills, fighting, cursing, calling for help. We survived, the Elders were wrong, well not according to them, they were not wrong, they made a mistake. So we lost our pack, our spirit and some say our will. Now we go on, we go to Europe to refresh, to find ourselves again, and to form a pack again with other werewolves, Wolves that give us new insight, new ideas and better focus. Blue Pelt? I heard of this place, that Shadowlord told me stories about Shadowlords there, and the hard fight they have in Delft. Maybe we are welcome there, maybe we can fight the wyrm there.