EAGLES WING
Male
3 year old
Spunky, charming, headstrong.
Brown wolf
Mated to Ravens Feather
Family listed below
Crows Talon (Biological Father) Bears Claw (Biological Mother) Nights Flight (Adoptive Father) Suns Creek (Adoptive Mother) Foxes Hunt (Adoptive Brother) Elks Spike (Adoptive Brother) Bears Throat (Adoptive Brother) And 7 other unnamed adoptive siblings. 3 unnamed biological siblings.

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RAVENS FEATHER
3 year old
female
calm, distrusting, sympathetic
Black Wolf
Mated to Eagles Wing
Family not listed

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Nights Flight
Male Wolf
Grumpy, intimidating, really just a big softie.
Black Wolf
Mated to Suns Creek

- En Eagles Flight -

Flames shot up the sides of the forest, their red glow illuminating the clouded night. The moon was covered with clouds, the gentle light that the packs had grown used to missing. Fire slowly closed in around the woods, its heat burning all who tried to save their family.
Eagles Wing shot through the gap in the fire, closing his eyes and pushing through the warmth. Tears streamed from his tear glands, staining his dark pelt. The eagle feather in his fur waving dramatically in the wind. He skirted to a stop as he reached the edge of the forest, a large open field stretching ahead of him. All around him he saw and heard animals escaping. Cougars rushed away from the flames, mule deer were separated from their fawns, causing the poor young animals to cry desperately as they were left to die. A stampede of elk were racing away from the fire, their hooves thundering against the dry earth. Dust blinded Eagles Wing, he turned his head away, looking behind him, praying that he could see his pack. He didn't see his mother come rushing out with his siblings, he didn't see the dispersals that his pack had previously saved come running, he only saw the impossibly bright lights of the fire, its glow burning his eyes and making him look away. Most importantly though, he didn't see his father. The black he-wolf had not yet raced from the forest, his scarred muzzle wasn't grasping Eagles Wing by the scruff. He was alone.

"SON!"

The yell barely registered in Eagles Wing's mind, his head shot up, and he turned to look at the blazing forest. His father stood there, black fur slightly burnt, blood was pouring from his back leg, dripping onto the ground. The wolf's ears were back, and despite how difficult it was to see, Eagles Wing could notice the tears staining the leaders fur. The brown pup opened his mouth, about to scream out for his father, but before he could say anything, he was grabbed. His scruff was roughly pulled into the grip of an unknown white wolf, despite the ash the unknown figure seemed to be perfectly clean, not a speck of dirt on them. The last thing he saw of his father was his jaw agape, a scream echoing out into the night.

And then silence.

When he awoke, he was hidden in tall grasses, alone, but unscathed. His eagles feather was still placed loosely in his fur. The sky was bright now, an afternoon sun beating onto him. Eagles Wing stood, his legs shaking and paws wobbly. He lifted his nose to the sky, sniffing the air. It smelled nothing of his homeland, nor of the blaze that he had seemingly just endured. He sniffed it again, mouth opening slightly to get a better hold of anything. He was alone, he couldn't smell any other wolf, the only animal he scented were deer and elk, maybe a bison herd nearby. But nothing of a familiar pack, or his pack. He wandered out of the bushes, blinking sleep from his eyes. He pushed back the tall grass to reveal a large open field, hills and mountains surrounded him, they were tree covered yet more friendly then his homeland's forests had been. Wide, snaking rivers lined the field, the gentle and comforting sound of water moving against itself emanated from them. He turned his head, a grazing elk herd was about 20 rabbit hops from him, they seemed enormous, it made him cower uncomfortably. His ears shot up, and his head followed. A small group of wolves were beginning to approach the herd, one of them, a she-wolf with golden brown fur, paused halfway through a step. She turned, eyes quickly widening as she spotted Eagles Wing.
"Nights Flight, come here." The she-wolf instructed, flicking her head towards Eagles Wing. The black he-wolf, which seemed to resemble his father, stepped forwards. His fur was long, and he had a long healed scar across his eye. The wolf squinted, then tipped his head to the side. The two spoke in hushed tones for a moment, their eyes fixed on Eagles Wing. The pup had not moved, scared that if he did the elk herd would spook and trample them. Nights Flight spoke up, his voice was deep and gruff, as if he had been through many battles. "Foxes Hunt, Elks Spike, Bears Throat, come here." Nights Flight commanded, the wolves, seemingly around two to three years old, approached the black wolf. "Foxes Hunt, Elks Spike, keep your eyes on the herd." He gestured with his muzzle towards the elk. "Bears Throat, follow your mother and I." The two wolves turned, sitting down and focusing onto the herd. While the brown subordinate followed the she-wolf and Nights Flight.
They crossed a small creek, Eagles wing shied away into the grasses, through his head still poked through. The she-wolf spoke, her voice gentle and soft in comparison to Nights Flight's. "Come here, young one." She leaned down, her eyes seemed to care, something that reminded Eagles Wing all to much of his mother. He inched forwards, careful to not step on any sticks. His eagles feather seemed to wave slightly, a calm breeze pushing his fur back. Bears Throat watched carefully, the brown wolf seemed memorized by the lone pup. "Why are you out here alone? Sloughs Creek is dangerous for young pups like you." She tilted her head. Eagles Wing had to gather all his courage to speak, he wasn't sure he could after the fire. "There was.. a fire." He muttered, his words barely audible. The she-wolf and Nights Flight made brief eye contact, their faces flashing in concern.
"The Amethyst Mountain fire..." Bears Throat mumbled, his voice almost as deep as his fathers. The she-wolf shot him a look, and Nights Flight growled at him to keep quiet. "Who brought you here?" She asked, lying down in front of him. If Eagles Wing was to be truthful, he didn't know. He didn't recognize the white wolf who had saved him, and he never caught a glimpse of their face. "I'm not sure." he mumbled, not making eye contact. "I just.. remember a white wolf.. and.. my father." The golden brown wolf sighed. "Suns Sea.." Nights Flight turned to Suns Sea, his long, dark fur waving slightly. "We cannot leave him here." The he-wolf told her, Suns Sea nodded. Her golden fur seeming to shimmer as light hit it. "Bears Throat, get the others." Eagles Wing glanced up. She paused, looking down at him. "...I forgot to ask.. What is your name?" She glanced at his eagle feather.

"I'm Eagles Wing."

- An Eagles Flight -


Eagles Wing was fixated on the sprawling field ahead of him. He was positioned right on the outskirts of the forest, Slough Creek's winding rivers and ever changing territories were barely a few rabbit hops away from him. His ears perked as he heard the squeaky call of an eagle, he glanced up, eyes searching the treetops. A young golden fledgling was perched on the edge of a branch, its talons gripping the side of its nest so tightly Eagles Wing was sure it would not be able to unhook them. Eagles Wing blinked at it a few times, and the young eagle glanced down, turning its head to the side and inspecting Eagles Wing, before it blinked back.
The two held a silent conversation for a moment, neither felt intimidated, it was a mutual bonding between them. They were both young, both fledglings about to spread their wings.
Eagles Wing was interrupted as he heard the gruff, familiar voice of Nights Flight. The he-wolf glanced up at the eagle, yet the bird didn't fly off. "Speaking with birds now?" Nights Flight joked, sitting beside Eagles Wing. "You could say that." He chuckled, readjusting his shoulders and returning his gaze to the open territory in front of them. "Whats wrong, Eagles Wing?" Nights Flight pushed, looking over at his son with a sympathetic gaze. Eagles Wing hesitated, but sighed and open his mouth to speak. "Its nothing. I'm just worried... What if I'm not good enough?" Eagles Wing had a pang of desperation and worry in his tone, voice shaking as if he were holding back tears. Nights Flight frowned, but scooted closer to Eagles Wing and tucked his head comfortingly under Eagles Wing's muzzle. "My son, you have dreamed of this since you were young, I doubt you will fail." The brown he-wolf smiled slightly, eyes still fixated on the plains. "What if I can't lead like you?" Nights Flight pulled his head from under Eagles Wing, and looked at him. The two, despite not being related by blood, were awfully similar. They were the same height, they had similar green eyes and the same dark fur. Nights Flight had always seen Eagles Wing as his son. Blood or not. "Look at me." He instructed, voice commanding. Out of pure instinct Eagles Wing turned to face the dark he-wolf, his gleaming eyes dulled with tears. "You are my son. And because of that you will never fail." Nights Flight paused, studying Eagles Wing's face. "You may not lead how I do, but does that mean you are any less of a strong, careful, powerful wolf? No, it does not." Eagles Wing opened his jaw, but closed it just as quickly. He looked as if he were fighting a thousand bison to not begin to cry, his lips were pulled tightly back and his ears were pinned against his head. He took a deep, shaky breath, and began to sob, butting his forehead against his fathers chest. Tears streamed down his dark fur, staining it and leaving trails through it. Nights Flight wrapped his head around Eagles Wing's neck, comforting him like he was a pup again. Because in this moment, he was.
"Don't cry my son." He hushed, pulling back from Eagles Wing. "We will send you off by moons peak." Eagles Wing nodded, standing up and blinking the last of the sadness from his eyes.

The moon rose, its yellow hue casting a familiar, comforting glow onto the pack. Every wolf was gathered, a bull elks skull lay near the group, next to it was a golden eagle, recently hunted, yet there were no pieces of flesh missing. Its feathers were perfectly preserved. Eagles Wing looked up to the fledglings nest, it was still there, watching from the edge of its tree branch. The two exchanged a knowing look, before he turned to sit with the pack. Suns Sea and Nights Flight were exchanging quiet words, but they both stopped and perked as Eagles Wing approached. Suns Sea practically sprinted to him, her golden brown pelt moving effortlessly as she hopped next to Eagles Wing. "My son!" Her tail wagged behind her as she gave him a comforting lick on the shoulder. Eagles Wing nudged her with his muzzle, then turned towards the pack. His siblings and the many dispersals were all talking eagerly, tails wagging and ears perked. Nights Flight looked between Eagles Wing, Suns Sea, and the pack, before clearing his throat roughly and stepping towards everybody.

"Silence!"

His voice boomed throughout the forest, bouncing off of trees and echoing into the nights sky. Suns Sea turned away from Eagles Wing, going to stand next to her mate. "Your brother, your packmate, and our son.." Nights Flight looked down lovingly at Suns Sea. "Is leaving us today." The pack looked towards Eagles Wing. "Let us celebrate him and his future pack, let us wish him and his future well!" Nights Flight shot his head into the air, a rough and deep howl pushing its way through and into the night time air. The rest of the pack followed, tails wagging and ears pushed against their heads.

Hours had passed, the morning sun was beginning to rise. The pack had followed Eagles Wing and Nights Flight towards the bull elks skull and eagles body. "As I have done before I dispersed, and as you shall now do.." Nights Flight gestured towards the eagles body, the sun starting to shine onto its golden feathers. "Pick a feather." Eagles Wing paused, studying the body carefully. Finally he settled on the largest feather, the last flight feather. "This one." He nudged it lightly with his paw. Nights Flight leaned down, gripping it carefully with his front teeth, despite how powerful the he-wolf was, he was extraordinarily gentle when he needed to be. He located Eagles Wing's first eagles feather, that was still stuck tightly in his thick fur. Without speaking, he tucked the flight feather next to the first one, making sure to secure it as much as he could before finally pulling back.
Eagles Wing met Nights Flight's eyes. His gaze filled with determination. "I'm proud of who you have become, son." Nights Flight nodded respectfully, touching noses with the brown he-wolf before stepping back. Suns Sea walked forwards, giving him a gentle yet encouraging lick on the forehead, having to bend upwards to reach him. Eagles Wing felt his fur shift as a gentle morning breeze slowly began to sweep over Slough Creek. The sky was clear and the sun had risen to produce enough light to be able to see everything clearly.

"Make me proud, Eagles Wing."

Eagles Wing and Nights Flight embraced one last time, their heads wrapped over each other before they finally pulled away.
The brown he-wolf nodded towards the pack, before he finally turned, looking out to the fields. He stepped away from the forest cautiously at first, he looked up to the sky, then to the tree tops. The young golden eagle fledgling was on the tip of the tree branch, stretching its wings then folding them again. Eagles Wing met the birds eyes, giving it a reassuring smile. The fledgling cawed at him, its voice just as loud as before. Before it finally leapt off the side of the branch. It caught itself, wings unfolding and flapping wildly as it began to move. The bird flew a few rabbit hops in front of Eagles Wing, before looking under itself and calling to the he-wolf. Eagles Wing grinned, barking into the air and catching up to the fledgling. The eagle quickened itself, the two racing each other throughout the wind and earth, twin brothers on different fields of the world, yet the same fierce ambition coursed through their veins, the same strong pride.

-An Eagles Flight-

The sun had just dawned on the second week of Eagles Wing being alone. His body was sprawled out underneath a tree, the grass in the fields that stretched just beyond his reach swaying gently with the motion of the wind. Eagles Wing blinked, eyes opening as the bright, swirling sun just about touched his brown fur. The he-wolf only stayed down for a moment, before pulling himself up and opening his jaw. A squeaky yawn escaped his throat as he stood up straighter, shaking his head and turning to look at the fields. The soft touch of autumn was just starting to take hold onto the low leaves on most trees, their orange color making him shiver even though it wasn't that cold.
He stepped away from the safe, comfortable edge of the tree. Walking out into the sun's warmth. His head lifted and he sniffed the air.
Eagle's Wing was surprised to scent the overwhelming smell of an elk herd, a familiar resolve settling over him as he began to approach the herd. His paws were careful, just like how Nights Flight taught him. He didn't move his head at all, but made sure to flick his eyes down in front of him in case there was an unprecedented stick or leaf that could give him away. Finally the herd was only a couple of rabbit hops from him. The bull seemed distracted, his head pushed into the ground as he dug for roots and ripped grass from the earth. The calves, while bigger, were still small, weaker, slower.
His green, gleaming eyes scanned the herd. Searching for sick cows, or elderly members. The spikes were beside the bull, their ears flicking occasionally but not enough to alarm Eagles Wing. He stepped forwards, eyes locked onto a small, sickly calf that seemed to be sticking a little to far from its mother. Though, he messed up. A stick snapped under his weight. He muttered something to himself, cursing himself for being so stupid. The herds heads snapped up, the bull pulled his body upwards and despite his heavy antlers began to gallop as fast as he could away from Eagles Wing. The rest of the herd followed, the he-wolf kept a close eye on the sick calf, its legs seemed to wobble every step it took, and he knew it was only a matter of time before it fell. Eagles Wing began to race after the herd, his paws thundering against the ground. He felt the earth shake as the chase went on, dust flew into the air, the rumble of hooves sounded similar to a waterfall rushing by this point.
He approached the sick calf carefully, finally getting close enough to dive forwards and grab hold of its leg. He heard it squeal, calling out desperately for its mother. He sunk his teeth deeper into the elks leg, drawing red blood from its vein. The cow rushed forwards, her body tensed, Eagles Wing unlatched himself from the animal, rushing to the side to avoid the mothers detrimental hooves. The cow nudged her yearling, trying to encourage it to quicken its pace. The calf sprinted forwards but Eagles Wing followed, he was faster then the animal, and he ran to its side, leaping up and biting down hard on it's throat. Eagles Wing let go, allowing the elk to run in front of him. He kept up a pace behind them, allowing him to steer them away from the river if needed. He turned his head for a split second, his eyes widened as he noticed black, flowing fur rushing behind a different calf. The wolf snapped at its leg, its ears perked forwards with determination. "Father?" He mumbled to himself, the legs of elk blocking most of his view. The brown he-wolf slowed, allowing the herd to get further in front of him than he would like. The black wolf also stopped, it seemed to have noticed him. Eagles Wing let the herd leave them there, he didn't care about them anymore. The dust finally cleared, revealing a black she-wolf with a white muzzle. A radio collar grasped her neck tightly, and her eyes seemed distrusting.
Eagles Wing blinked, he hadn't been this close to another wolf since he left.
The she-wolf had two raven feathers stuck in her fur, she was another dispersal by the looks of it.
"Who are you?"

The unknown wolf looked at him, seeming to size him up. She opened her mouth, finally responding to his question.
"I'm Ravens Feather. Who are you."
Ravens Feather had the voice of a wolf who had been hurt. She was much more cautious about him than he was of her. "Eagles Wing." He replied, but he didn't sound so sure of himself. He was encapsulated by her, as cliche as it sounded. He thought back on the stories Nights Flight had told to him, the ones when he had first met Suns Sea. He wondered if this was how his father had felt.
Ravens Feather narrowed her eyes, readjusting her stance and straightening her back. Eagles Wing cleared his throat, shaking his head. "I'm Eagles Wing. I come from the Moons Jaw pack. Ravens Feather seemed surprised, her eyes widening and ears shooting up. "Moons Jaw?" She repeated, voice louder then before. "I'm from the Night Jar pack." Eagles Wing blinked. Night Jar had always been spiteful of Moons Jaw's large territory.
He looked away, his mind suddenly back to his snarling stomach and the herd of elk just over a hill. "Would you.. like to hunt with me?" The black she-wolf seemed surprised by his offer, but carefully nodded. "Sure."
The two made their way over the hill, Eagles Wing perking as he noticed the herd. "Hey.. earlier when that stick snapped.. was that you?" He questioned, Ravens Feather giggled, her voice gentle, warm like the sun. "It was, i'm sorry about that." She smiled, looking down at the herd. Eagles Wing, despite having been the one to originally purpose the idea of hunting together, didn't look at the herd. Instead his eyes were fixed on her, watching the way the breeze combed through her fur. The way her fangs seemed to glimmer when she opened her jaw, and the intense focus held in her yellow eyes.
Eagles Wing turned, looking down at the herd now. "There's a weak calf there." He pointed with his muzzle towards the calf, whose next had puncture marks. "I've gotten a taste of it already, it should be easy to bring down." Ravens Feather nodded, tail starting to sway gentle behind her. "You're smart, Eagle." She teased, Eagles Wing chuckled, making his way down the hill.
They worked perfectly together, Ravens Feather blocking off any exit for the calf and keeping the herd clear of it. While Eagles Wing went in for the bites, his teeth tearing and breaking past the skin of the calf. It was barely sun fall when the calf toppled over, kicking at the air before going limp. Eagles Wing's tail wagged behind him, raised in confidence. Ravens Feather also wagged her tail, ears perked as they raised their heads to the sky and howled.
"You hunt well!" Eagles Wing praised, leaning down to rip open the calf's chest. "So do you, I didn't know that I worked so well with another wolf."
They began to eat, teasing each other and playing around when their mouths weren't full. Behind them, the sun was starting to set, casting long shadows across Slough Creek.
Overhead, a raven and an eagle were flying side by side, feathers complimenting each other perfectly.