The alpha of Swiftfell had done well to rear children in his short tenure thus far in leadership. He had two sons and five daughters, often having to pause and count them (Huck, Lark, Halcyon, Bird, Magnolia, Lily, and his lost daughter which roamed the territory with her mother...) Yup, seven children in total, all but one residing with him in the pack.
The two in question at present, Halcyon and Lark, were similar in personalities and often the apple of their father’s eye. Halcyon was a protector, while Lark was a hunter—but they still crossed each others paths (if not scents) frequently. Their ranks, or rather their jobs, were very similar: trotting around the pack territory, often in pairs, ensuring the safety of the pack.
Despite these similarities, they seldom sought out each other’s company. It wasn’t a matter of not liking each other, but rather a difference in age and station. Halcyon and Lark shared a father but were born from different mothers. While there was no tension between the two, per se, there was simply a difference in origin.
This brings us to the present: a warm summer night. The moon is full and casting a white glow wherever it managed to break through the tree canopy and reach the forest floor. It was prime time for the Swiftfell pack to be awake and roving. It just so happened that both Halcyon and Lark were both on duty that evening: Halcyon running patrol with Fernwood (one of the beta's many daughters) and Lark hunting—but on this occasion, doing so alone; sometimes the hunting parties end up with odd numbers and rather than create a party of three, one wolf will hunt small game on their own.
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