Fun Facts Gray Wolf 소설 & 이야기

The guard sneered and hung back in the hall as I strolled cluelessly around. The Blackwolf territory is extremely cold compared to the Whitewolf territory; it was known for its cold climate and plethora of evergreen forests. Although everyone was banned from speaking of the Blackwolf packs, most of the elders of my pack often joked about sending extremely stubborn children to the Blackwolf territory and telling them they were going to freeze to death and the ghosts of the Blackwolf pack were going to haunt them. It worked because most of them changed for the better.

I am happy that my family is here for me, they are all proud of me, but it will only be my mom and Alaric attending the ceremony, the others are too young, just as it is of course my first time being there too… you can’t participate before your first change. “Maybe brown… a pretty chocolate”. I mumble to myself, wondering what colour of wolf I will be. There are different shades of grey and brown, those are the… common colours. Then there are black wolves, which are rare..and mostly high ranking wolves are black. There are also white wolves... but there hasn’t been a new white wolf in decades. There are of course myths of even rarer colours ... golden wolves, the moon wolf, which is silver a

’ A bulky chestnut colored wolf with gold markings linked his trio. **Kugri** ‘What do they want out here, with us? Don't they have enough in their bowls dealing with the Rogues?’ A smaller gray wolf growled. **Moon** ‘Their intentions are good as far as for them being in our presence. That makes them worthy of talking to.’ A pale, almost invisible wolf asked quietly. **Shyfter**

I growl so loudly that I am sure my throat cracked. Just to be on the safe side, I had mindlinked all of them to come. However, the red moon territory was a bit far and most of the wolves there were pups and females. That's why I had sent Rufus and ten other strong wolves to go assist them. We were not so many therefore, this Grayhound Pack house is big enough to accommodate us all. I pray they make it here before the deranged wizard does. "He, oh damnit! Harold killed all those pups and females in the Red moon territory. Even Rufus is gone."

She continued on about facts and such while others ogled over them. "To finish off our tour, I give you, the wolves. Now what we have here are gray wolves. We actually have a pack here in our zoo. We have six females, three pups, and our Alpha. Now our Alpha name is Alastor. Which in Ancient Greek means "tormentor." We named him this because he doesn't like anyone. No one can get near him, feed him, or be in the habitat with him awake. He is put under tranquilizer. Does anyone know what that is?" She asked the group of kids in the front. Eliza and I looked down over the wall separating us from the wild wolves. Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups.

Rage and loss filled my body, transferring more energy into my storm. Ghost whimpered behind me. My emotions had disrupted his fight, and the large gray wolf took advantage, getting on top of him and snapping his back leg with its powerful jaws. Before I could move, an impressive salt and pepper-colored wolf sealed its jaws on the great grey wolf’s neck. Ghost disappeared while an aggressive fight continued. The two wolves were evenly matched, showing their lethal moves quickly.

KHALID I stared at her sleeping figure on the bed, tempted to touch her shiny black hair—realizing for the first time that it was the same color as her wolf. The color of midnight. Black wolves were the third least common among the four wolf colors werewolves had. Around seventy percent of all pack wolves were gray, and about twenty percent were white or light-colored. The remaining ten percent were split between black and red wolves—blacks making up just eight percent. The rarest of them all were the reds, only two percent.

We circled each other playfully for a few minutes before I led her to the stream to look at herself. She stared for a long time, perhaps longer even than I did. I couldn’t blame her, I’d only seen a few gray wolves in my lifetime and I loved to sneak out to watch the warriors shift for guard duty at night so I’d seen my fair share of wolves. What was more interesting than Leona’s fur was the color of her eyes. They were gray with hues of purple. She was an absolutely gorgeous wolf.

Jenny Martinez: "......" She suddenly thought that in the werewolf tribe, it was considered adulthood at 35 years old. She didn't know how old the gray wolf was this year, whether their marriage was "old wolves eating young grass" or two "teenagers getting married early".... Thinking back to the first time they met, when the gray wolf disguised himself as a wolf cub, she felt that he was not yet 35 years old. She didn't know if the gray wolf's fur was long or not...