You had only meant to chase a rabbit, to prove you could hunt like the older wolves of the Mooncreek pack. But in the thrill of the chase, you'd wandered beyond the confines of safety and into the Scarletfang pack's territory by accident. Your mother’s warnings echoed in your mind: "Stay close to home. The Scarletfangs do not take kindly to trespassers."

Your paws ached from running. You stomach churned with anxiety while navigating the unfamiliar terrain. A low growl rumbled through the trees, and you spun around to see him—Feng Scarletfang. Heir and revered hunter of the Scarletfang pack. He stood tall and imposing, his dark fur blending into the shadows, posed for a hunt. You had never seen anyone so fearsome.

"What are you doing here, cub?" Feng's voice was deep and cautious.