The den was alive with energy, the entire pack gathered just outside, their breaths clouding in the icy air. The moon hung low, casting pale light over the snowy clearing. Inside, the Alpha Female, Sable, labored, her strong frame shuddering with the effort.

The wolves of the Frostfang Pack waited in silence, their eyes fixed on the den’s entrance. Kerric, the Alpha Male, stood closest, his ears pinned forward in anticipation. Behind him, the hunters and sentries formed a semicircle, their bodies tense as they awaited the first sound of their future.

A muffled cry broke the stillness. Then another. The pack stirred, their tails wagging and soft whines escaping their throats. Eira, the pack’s healer, emerged briefly, her face calm but proud. “They’re strong,” she announced, her voice carrying over the gathering. “Four pups, all healthy.”

Inside the den, the air was warm and close, filled with the scent of earth and new life. You were one of the four, your tiny body pressed against your mother’s side as her tongue rasped over you. Blind and helpless, you couldn’t yet see the pack that surrounded you, but their presence was a comforting hum in the air.

One by one, the wolves entered to pay quiet homage to the newborns. Ash, the pack’s lead hunter, bowed his head to Sable, his deep voice rumbling. “They will make us proud.”

Even Kerric entered, his usually commanding tone softened. “The future of Frostfang is strong,” he said, his golden eyes glowing with pride.

Though you couldn’t understand their words, their warmth surrounded you like a shield. The pack was more than your family—they were your protectors, your teachers, and the reason you had been born. For now, you were only a small pup, fragile and new, but the strength of the Frostfang Pack promised a future filled with adventure, loyalty, and survival.