Graphite was awakened by the noise. "Such a commotion so early in the morning." He thought , annoyed. He stepped out into the morning sun and sat on the emerald grass, sparkling with dew. A single bird flew across the baby blue sky . 

He noted that only a few of the pack members were awake, although it was pretty late already. His eyes scanned the area, his nose sniffed the air. He could scent that a few of Drizlen's pack were awake too.

Not much to be worried about, Graphite thought. This was just an ordinary day.

[failburgers.] 

"Get up, all of you." Drizlen barked roughly. He nudged Rinko and Graphite, the two dogs nearest to him. "You two should go hunting with Vorlos. The pack's going to move off soon, and I want you two to stay with him. Join up with us later." Drizlen narrowed his eyes, sparkling at the thought of moving further into Ohu territory. Ah, the invasion of Ohu is nearing. It was time the peaceful old nuts were driven out of this land, so full of unused potential, anyways. Vorlos shook his head, jerking himself back to reality.

"The rest of us, move off!"

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Kehale shook his head.

"Oh no, there were lots of dogs. Some looked downright frightening." Kehale shook as he remembered a particularly large black dog that emenated a killing aura. "We need to fight our way out of this, Ketu!" Kehale looked determined. The young male had always wanted to see the glory of battle, something the younger dogs of Ohu had not yet experienced. 

It was in that moment, or just about, that a large long-hair black dog with pointed ears and a slightly-curling tail trotted up to the group of Tav and Ketu and Kehale. His eyes were of an amber hue, and they glimmered in a frown. He was looking alert and no sleep was weighing on his body, as he had been up a few hours prior. He stood proudly enough with his powerful, semi-stocky body, leaving a slight mystery as to what sort of breed he was. His shape and lines were strange when matched with his ears and tail, and the three white ovals on his forehead had long eluded even him. Regardless of that, though, he was a well-respected and skilled dog. 

[Graphite. In Ohu owo; ]

Graphite was pacing up and down in front of his den. He glanced over at Ketu, who didn't seem bothered at all. Of course - that was what a leader was supposed to be. But there was a fight later on, Graphite picked out bits and pieces from the conversation around him and understood this.

He heard the clear, loud bark of Drizlen, ordering his pack to move off. "Ketu, shouldn't we get going?" He tried to hide his worry, trying to avoid eye contact with the rest of the dogs so that his eyes wouldn't give away his feelings. He tried to comfort himself by drawing a hind paw over his flank, scratching himself furiously. He saw the scar across his leg, and felt as if all his courage running through him had been drained from this scar, although it had long healed, his heart hadn't , as he faintly remembered the face of his mother...

"Run, Graphite!" She choked as the larger male had pinned her down. He stood still next to his mother, wondering what this male would do to her. He didn't dare to think much in case he was lost in his sea of thoughts, and his four other siblings were tumbling against the large brown male. He lifted a paw to deal a striking blow to their mother, then turned around roughly. His strong tail swept the young pups off their paws, sending them tumbling onto Graphite.

"It's all your fault!" They had barked, attacking him. "If you were there our mother wouldn't have died, for you could have helped us!"

 "Right," Graphite thought. "I was never born to be a blessing to any pack, I was born to be a sin."

((.... I hate my life. ;C I just had all my things written, and then I went to 'Copy' incase my internet crashed... Yeah, I pressed the 'cut' button. :'[ Fail.))