|| 𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝟏𝟏.𝟐𝟒.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 ||

Today was the day of the Black Wing, aka your father. 

Yes, after those weeks ago since your memory and your telltale to wishing to either know more about your father or to see him had become known for the whole pack, even those who weren't there that day one day just a few weeks later would be annoyed at the official Blak Wing day the day that your father left the pack. 

Now it would be sad to celebrate it, but the pack elders told you that he was rarely at the den, never talked with the group or made interactions with them. He was always outside the world of magic and humans meddling in their affairs. Then, finally, one day, he came home battered and bruised. Of course, the pack's healers lapped him up, but the next day, he woke; he told your mother that he couldn't do this any longer and turned his tail, flying away without antor word. 

That day he crushed your mother's heart and the pack's spirit. now hang with me here, dear reader, for the reason why this is celebrated is precisely the day that the holding memory is... (i dont have a good reason why I wrote all that, so find one reason for yourself why this day would be celebrated in teh honor of your father) 

anyway, you soon woke up from your slumber. You felt all jittery for today, the oldest Elder of the pack, Elder Ursula, a grayscale wolf that had been there since the group formed asl since your grandfather's time. e 

she was the mate of the deceased First Alpha and had a lot of ecrpescine with life. Also, she knew your father, most of them all being his caretaker in this pack when his mate, your mother, wasn't there. 

Not that he needed one. 

You stood up from your moss bed before heading over and grabbing a chunk of meat, not waiting any time to lead to the elder den where Ursula would stay for you with some other elders if they wanted. You didnt meet your mother on your way out, but some werewolves told you she had joined the hunting party for the daily hunt, which was odd, but she could do what she wanted as long as she came back alive. 

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You were in the Great Hall decorating the stones, stalactites, and stalagmites that littered the cave. 

It was underground, this cavern your mother had to take you down here a few times up to your birthday. It was pretty here, and you relaxed by hearing the water drip and stuff. Your friends were also helping you hang up decorations for your father's day. 

It was simple yet glorious decorations consisting of blue and black banners studded with diamonds and gold due to his love of gold and other treasure. You always found it weird that a wolf would like a prize, but people are different. 

"Mistress?" one servantwolf said as she approached me, her head bowed in subision and respect. My burning blue eyes softed and I gave her a soft nudge to make her raise her head "speak Miss, you have nothing to fear of me," I said in a soothing tone, and the servant lifted her head, revlaing two deep red eyes and a cute snout. "no of course Mistress... I want to inform you that Mr. Eskimo is waiting for you at your chamber. He requests your precene." 

You frowned but exsued her making her scatter off before you told some other servants that you were heading out for a while and for them to find your friends and tell them. You would be back soon as you could. And with that in box, you sat off the moutian halls to your den and stepped in, feeling the fracnrance of Eskimo waft into your snout. Also, with something else. or rather someone. 

It was intense and smelled of gold and jewels. Your ears flciked back, and your tail lowered to the ground as your eyes found Eskimo, the bearer of the weird scene. The black wolf smiled at you and stepped up, dipping his head in respect, and just as he did, the creature turned his head, and bright glowing eyes locked with yours. 

blue flames flciked in their dephts, and the face of the creature softend. "so this one wants to talk to you, Moonfire." Eskimo said and licked your chin before leaving the den, mumbling something like: "I will let you two be alone," He slunk off, leaving you with the creature. 

It was bigger than any wolf you had seen, stronger too, and had wings made of something what seemed like skin. It was nothing like a wofl at all. You titled your head and flicked one ear forward "who are you?" you spoke, breaking the growing silence. The beast sighed and stepped forward, making you tesnse. Its eyes bore into yours with such intensity that it made you think it was searching for something. 

"uhh, is there anything I can do for you?" you asked again, and this time, the beast answered, its voice deep and friendly "your name is Moonfire?" you were shocked to hear that was its question, but you nodded notheless. The fifugre smiled and tucked its great wings closer to its body, its black curved horns looking like a cfrown upon its head. "I have been looking for you for six moons. I thought I would never find you again." 

You frowned at its words "who are you?" you asked again, growling a bit irrated. The beast sihged, dipping its greacuis head "my name is Shenoss, and I am your father." 

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