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Ferns, thorns, and thistles scratched at Nero as he trudged farther and farther away from his father, and all the normal wolves. Fire blazed in Nero's heart and mind, the great fire of fury. How could they do this to me! Abandon me, disown me from the Pack! This can't be happening, it must be all a nightmare! Somehow Nero still knew that this was real.

He sighed, his breathing shaky, and unsteady. Then Nero remembered his promise. To make a stronger Pack than his old one. I will keep this promise, and i will come back with a vengeance! Nero halted for a moment and gazed up at the full moon above, shining down on the land, casting pale, ghostly light everywhere. 

The moon's beautiful light changed Nero's pelt to a silver-gray. That's he started to shift into his favorite bird form, a hawk. Nero's snout hardened and curved into an orange beak. His forelegs sprouted feathers along with the rest of his body and became wings, while his back legs turned into the regular legs of a bird. Soon after five minutes, in place of Nero was a dark hawk. It let loose a piercing hawk cry.

Nero decided to see if any wolves hanging about would be interested in forming a new Pack with him. He started to slowly walk, his paws crunching on the gras.s. It was not long until Nero found somebody. An elk ran past him, bellowing in fear of whatever was following. The elk nearly ran over Nero. Nero backed away, startled by the elk's sudden appearance.

Then he heard some wolves howling in glee, not far behind the elk. Nero hid behind a tree. He peered out from around it, wanting to see these elk pursuers. When they appeared, Nero had to admit, they looked beautiful. The wolves were a pair of female wolves, pelts shining in the sun.

Nero watched in silent fascination as the females brought down the elk, with swift movements, a crushing blow to the front and back legs, a beating on the elk's back. The wolf leading the attack, ran at the elk, weaving back and forth, delivering the most withering blows. The elk had no chance at all. After a fruitless struggle, it fell onto its side, breathing heavily in pain, blood spattering the ground everywhere, bursting from its many inflicted wounds. The leading wolf looked down at the elk and bent down to crunch its neck. The elk flinched at the hurt of it all and died. It was now just a limp body and the female wolves starting howling to the sky, thanking themselves for their successful hunt.

"I-I," Nero stammered, suprised by the ferociousness of the wolf's voice, so startling. His eyes were wide. "Well?" the she-wolf snarled, mood clearly not changing. Then Nero heard a voice behind her. He caught a glimpse of the other she-wolf behind the green-eyed she-wolf's left shoulder.

"Sister," came the voice of the other wolf. "Let him go. You're just scaring him out of his wits." Nero wanted to reply indignantly that he could save himself from getting clawed, but all he could do was be grateful when the green-eyed one stepped back, to give him space. Nero straightened up. "Thank you," he said. "No prob'," was the reply.