The wind gently blew through the tall oak trees of Silver Creek. A stream trickled downhill and the scent of prey filled the air. Two wolves stood in wait, crouched down in the bushes. Their eyes were set on a small deer, that was nibbling on a fern. In a  moment's time, the wolves jumped onto the deer, that gave it's cry of distress. One wolf bit down into it's neck. As it died, they stared into it eyes. It has been done.

The grey wolf, with thick fur, picked the deer up by it's neck. Both wolves would have to drag it back to camp, but this wolf would have to do most of the work. Especially since the other wolf couldn't do much. 

"Grab the leg, Cami" He ordered to the small wolf. Cami was a brown wolf with soft eyes. He had long legs, but still was quiet small for a wolf his age. Doing as told, Cami grabbed the leg. The juicy flesh seemed so good. Too bad we can't eat it now, he thought to himself. "Do we really have to carry this all the way back to camp, Braisen?" 

The older wolf, known as Braisen, dropped the deer. "It doesn't seem much of a problem for you, since I've been carrying it." Cami looked down shyly. "Sorry," he apologized. Picking it back up, both wolves carried the deer, until they reached a hill. Instead of continuing up, they turned and came to a overhang. A small cave was positioned under it. 

Wolves who were in camp, licked their jaws when they saw the juicy deer. After all, this was the first large piece of prey any hunting patrol had brought back for a few moons now. The pack was starving. Cami dropped his side of the deer, panting. 

Braisen turned to him. "Your mother is here," he said, suggestively. Cami looked up, exited. He and his  other were very close every since his father was killed after he left the pack. He shook his head, trying to forget the bad memory. 

He trotted up to his mother and greeted her with a friendly lick. She was a beautiful wolf. With her sleek dark brown fur, and deep brown eyes, she had all the male wolves trailing after her. Of course, she never paid them much attention. 

"I see the hunt was good," she said, softly. Cami nodded, happily. "Yep, but it was a bit hard to carry it back." She smiled. "Well, you handled it I assume?" He nodded. After a hunt like that, it was nice to just relax and talk to someone who wouldn't scold you for not doing something right.

"May the pack gather!" A deep voice rung through the camp. Even the wolves outside of camp, heard it, and we coming in. A dark grey wolf sat on a large boulder. He was muscular, but his muzzle was grey from the many years he has been alive. 

Cami's mother looked worried. He understood why too. Adolf never called the pack together like this. At least, not without a good reason. He looked up at the sky. Dark rain clouds were forming on the horizon. Oh great! He thought with annoyance, thinking about how his den would leak. 

Adolfo started to speak, once the noise quieted down. "My pack, we all know that prey has be running low." Grunts of agreement sounded but soon quieted. "We are growing weaker because of it too, and that won't do." His gaze seemed distant. "We need a solution and fast!" 

The pack seemed confused. They were looking for something more meaningful in the leader's words, but all's they found was a question. How would they get stronger. The lack of prey definitely won't help, but it seems like it is not coming back.

Adolf, got up confused. He shook his head and then called out. "This meeting is dismissed." Already? Cami thought. That's strange too. No solution was come too. Adolf could be in poor health. His mother nudged him. "Get a good night's rest tonight," she advised and left to her own den. 

He sighed and trudged to his den. It was a hole that he dug out underneath a cluster of bushes. It was a good thing he made it there, or else rain would bring great worry to him. Sliding in, he rested his head on his paws. His stomach started rumbling and he grunted with annoyance.

The lack of food was soon going to get annoying. Not that it wasn't in the previous moons. At least it wasn't so bad then. Soon, his eyes started to close as he drifted off into sleep. 

Cami awoke in a misty woods. Pine trees towered high and the ground was soft and mushy. He was confused.where was he? A howl rung through the trees. His ears pricked at the sound of it. How did you read a howl again? Cami thought hurriedly. Oh yeah! Calming himself, he listened closer to the howl. It didn't sound urgent.

So, no one was in danger. It sounded more like a calling. Like he was needed somewhere. He listened some  more. Tired of sitting in the mist, he got up and tried tracking the howl. It was easy since it repeated ocassionally. 

Soon, he was at the entrance to a cave. A old wolf sat in front of it. Cami walked up to him. "Where am I?" The old wolf looked up.Cami gasped. His eyes were a glowing yellow, "Your at the Cave of Souls." That name sounded familiar to him.

It was from a old story he remembered being told as a pup. It was a cave where all dead wolves would go and it held many secrets. "Really," he said, in awe. The old wolf laughed in amusement. "Yes, but it's not all fun and games you know." Cami sat down, listening very carefully. 

"Now, since I get your undivided attention, you need to know something," Cami leaned in, very curious to hear what the old wolf had to say. "Your pack is in danger and you need to travel here or everyone in Silver Creek pack." Cami was surprised.

He didn't expect to hear that. "What do you mean travel here? How do you even get here?" The old wolf looked at him. "Have you;be heard of the Jade Mountains?" Cami thought for a moment. "Yeah, I think so." The old wolf nodded, then continued. "You must travel across the Jade Mountains then. You will come to a river that is grey as a stone. It is called the Mourning River. It is very dangerous, but you must cross it. After that, you will have to enter the Cave of Souls and then retrieve the energy stone."

Cami was confused. "What will a stone do," he asked. He seemed skeptical that a stone would do anything to solve their problem. "It is the energy stone. It will bring life back to you territory." The old wolf replied. "I must go now," the wolf said, hurriedly. Cami looked at him closely. His fur was fading and Cami realized he wouldn't be able to talk to him no longer if he faded comepletely. "Wait! I still have so many questions? How could I get there? Why if I'm not strong enough?" Question after question poured out of his jaws,  but the wolf was still adding. "Follow the path," were the old wolf's last words as everything faded into nothingness.