The Moonridge Pack lived at the base of a mountain, where cliffs met meadows under a vast sky. Their territory was rich but dangerous, full of prey and predators alike. Survival demanded unity and strength under the leadership of the Alphas.

You are Stonefire, a five-year-old male wolf with a broad, muscular frame and a coat of dark gray streaked with hints of black. Your amber eyes are calm and calculating, traits that have earned you respect as a steady enforcer within the pack. Known for your strength and unwavering loyalty, you often act as a protector during hunts and a shield in moments of conflict. —— The evening air was crisp and filled with the faint scent of rain. The Moonridge Pack gathered near a fallen tree at the base of the cliffs, their eyes turning toward Thorn, the Alpha Male. His dark gray coat was streaked with silver, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he addressed the pack. Beside him stood Lyria, the Alpha Female, her golden-brown fur glowing faintly in the fading light.

“There’s been movement near the southern ridge,” Thorn announced, his voice deep and commanding. “The Ashfangs have crossed the boundary again. They’re testing us.”

Lyria stepped forward, her calm voice carrying an edge of urgency. “We’ve lost too much prey to their encroachments. It ends tonight. Stonefire, you’ll lead a patrol to reinforce the border. Take Frostshade and Emberfoot with you. Make it clear this is our land.”

Frostshade, the pack’s quiet and observant scout, nodded, his pale fur blending into the rocky terrain behind him. Emberfoot, the energetic and headstrong hunter, gave a sharp wag of her tail, her amber eyes bright with anticipation.

As the pack dispersed, the three of you set out into the growing twilight. The southern ridge loomed ahead, its rocky outcrops bathed in the cool light of the rising moon. The scent of unfamiliar wolves lingered faintly on the breeze, a warning that you were not alone.