" In continuation of the prologue, I'm starting out where the Black lobos were set to rely on themselves... and when tu see these --- the point of view is switching from first to third o third to first..." Shadow



"Shadow? What should we do?" Hunter, mostly confused asked as if desperate for a superior to interact and lead the situation... "Your asking me what to do? tu know what I'd say, right? 'Who do tu think I am? A general leading the Soviets to defeat to Nazis? I am Shadow, I am no leader...'" stated Shadow, eldest survivor and most independent. "But, Shadow, you've never dicho that." dicho Crystal.--- "Sure I have! Well... Okay, I guess I didn't but tu get my point right?" After a few minutos of silence I decide that they won't do anything but sit there until I help them. " Ugh... fine... Lets head to... North America! It's supposed to be warmer there than it is here in Russia..." After everyone nodded in approval we headed to the arctic to get to the famous USA... A week later we arrived in Canada and hearing tales from other packs of a wonderful place in the southwest, where lobos can run for miles and still be within pack territory, named Jasper, we started our way there. A quarter of a Kilo-meter there, Crystal and Hunter started to pregunta how we'd know we where there... "Really? tu guys didn't pick up how to read English o French from Мачеха? Well... At least I know them and hopefully Sapphire knows too, but I'll be able to tell, don't worry..." a few minutos went por and I saw a sign saying 'Welcome to Jasper Park' on it,and told everyone to keep an eye out for any lobos that may be able to introduce us to the pack leader... Soon we found a hunting party we talked to and made out an arrangement to have us in their pack. We were set to be Omegas... unfortunately Crystal, Hunter and even Sapphire, didn't like that. So after refusing to become Omegas they went on their own, I became alone.

I woke up early on a Saturday morning, from where I was laying I could see the bright sun's rays of light coming in through the small, moss covered entrance of my den. I sat up and stretched my front and back legs, then I scented the air searching for any new smells. There was one that stuck out, the smell of a recently bathed and groomed female wolf. I slowly came out of my guarida, den cautious enough to be sure not to scare her. I came out to find a very good looking brown wolf, and after purposely breaking a small stick I saw her beautiful brown eyes. "Shadow? Hello, I'm Kate. My father, Winston, he want's to see if your any good at hunting o tracking. What do tu know about it?" "Everything tu need to know." "Well, lets hope that's true. Our hunting party is meeting right now, come on." We soon got to the group and it consisted of Hutch, Cando, and Kate. "Who's this, Black lobo freak?" the short lobo said. "Listen here, pup, pay some respect to the last survivor of that pack, o he'll rip your tonsils out..." I said, claiming the upper hand. " Cando, calm down, this is Shadow, he might be tracking the caribou, so be NICE." Kate convinced Cando and after I discussed, with Hutch, where we were hunting we set out to find caribou. "Cando, Hutch, take lead, Shadow let's talk."
After a couple of nodds Hutch and Cando moved ahead and then Kate looked at me, not expecting my hesitation "Uh, Yes ma'am." I say in a whisper and mover over to her. "Shadow, What happened with tu and Cando earlier?" She asked questioned, probably thinking we had history. "If it's okay, it's a long story, but i'd be happy to tell it later though...Meanwhile, I have a scent..." I inform her más quietly than before, with her nodd I started sniffing to buscar the direction of the caribou. Soon we find one and sneek up to it, but in Cando's preference, I stepped back for them to take down the caribou, and started walking back towards my den. Not long after I start heading back I heard a herd of caribou stampede and I watched to see if I needed to interfere, although after a full minuto I saw Kate and the others could easily handle themselves, so I left for my den. Within ten minutos she was there and ready to listen to my story...