The small fox cringed as he heard his name being shouted. It was no question it was the white wolf. He sighed and walked toward the cave where the noise came from.
"You yelled?" Hoireabard answered as he sat down.
"You've been visiting that fox and her kits again haven't you!?"
Hoireabard's face showed somewhat of a puzzled expression. How had he found out about this?
"Sir I have to hunt for her or else she and her kits will die."
"Hmph if something needs help to survive then it shouldn't live!"
"But I can't just let them starve!"
"I picked you for this position because I knew you would stay focused! However, I'm starting to question my desicion."
Hoireabard looked at the ground.
"You have two choices old friend. One you can run and care for that stupid fox, or you can stay here and I grant them safety." The white wolf wore a smirk as he said this.
Looking up at the wolf, Hoireabard seemed to answer him right away. "I will stay if they will be safe!"
A small chuckle came from the wolf. "Hoireabard, my friend you have my word they will stay safe!"
Satisfied, Hoireabard walked out of the cave and down towards the other wolves. The dark wolf sat where he was, slowly two other wolves emerged from the darkness behind him.
"Take care of them."
Hearing their orders the two wolves shot out of the cave and towards the den of the mother fox.
The next morning Hoireabard was awakened by the angry shouts of wolves and an agressive bite to the back. He quickly jumped up and saw every wolf growling and snarling at their leader as he forced them all to advance even more with their purpose. This was odd, never had he been so keen to leave so quickly.
"Hoireabard, I think it would be best if you walked beside me while we go through the small valley."
Without questioning his leader Hoireabard advanced toward the wolf. This was even stranger. Had he finally gone insane? Well more than he already was. What set the small fox on edge most was everyone was quiet now, no angry snarls or growls like before. And as he looked around he noticed that each wolf that made contact with him lowered their eyes to the ground as in shame. Suddenly the white wolf stopped and Hoireabard plastered into him. He quickly shook himself then followed his leader's gaze to straight ahead. At first he saw nothing, but then his eyes saw a sight that they would never unsee nor forget. There on the ground lay the she fox and her kits dead.
"No!!" Hoireabard screamed as he ran toward them. He nudged them with his snout but no movement replied back. Suddenly realizing what had been done he looked at his leader with sheer hate. "You said they'd be safe!"
"They are aren't they? They won't have to worry about food anymore and you don't have to worry about them."
"You will pay for this!"
"And how are you to kill me? You are nothing but a worthless little fox!" The wolf turned and trotted off down the valley with his followers right behind him.
Hoireabard sat where he was looking at the she fox's face that was frozen in a plea for help that had never been heard. Then he looked at the kits. They never even had a chance against something as powerful as a wolf. The wolves that walked past seemed to have felt his pain, for they lowered their ears and heads as they walked past.
After everywolf had left Hoireabard still remained where he was. He thought this was something that would help them all, but in the end it just caused pain. What could he possibly do now? That's when it hit him. He took off never stopping till he reached the Mountain Pass. He kept running until he tackled a dark brown wolf.
"Get off of me!" Shouted Beolagh.
Huffing and puffing for air Hoireabard managed to get his sentence out. "You...must...leave...now!"
Hearing the noise the rest of the pack emerged to see what the source was.
"And why should we listen to a stupid fox such as yourself?!" Aralt's deep voice rang out over the others.
"Because the Dark Wolf is coming here, he will kill you all!"
"How do you know this?" Beolagh asked questioningly.
"Because he killed my family!"
Suddenly a hellish howl came from the gorge below. "You must hurry now!" Hoireabard shouted.
Not wasting anytime the pack and Hoireabard crawled their way up the rocks that lead to the otherside of the pass. Aoife stopped and sniffed the air, Aralt did the same. Then as if in a trance they both took off down the rocks and toward the gorge.
"Mother!" Flanna went to run after them before Beolagh stopped her in her tracks.
"We don't have time for this climb!" As the rest of them continued to climb, Aralt and Aoife ran until they stood face to face with the white wolf.
"Queran!" They both shouted in unison.
Snarling, the hellish wolf answered, "Hello Mother, Father."
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