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The Blood War

Chapter one

Sunlight laced itself through the wisps of white cloud in the sky, the broad blue expanse high above the treetops looming wide and welcoming. A cloud of dust whirled upward from Bone’s feet as he walked, sockets grinding together as he pressed weight onto his unprotected bones that he walked upon.

“Hungry again,” he rumbled to himself in a deep voice, no more worn than it had been six years ago. Or fifty. Or four hundred. “Nothing I can do about it. Unrepentant rats…” he spoke the last part in a menacing tone, swinging his head around to stare piercingly back the way he had come. Behind him, over the broad stretch of dusty, rocky desert which reminded him of his time with Journey, lay a low inward dip, trees and earth cascading into itself to form a protected valley, where a wolf pack had settled. Apparently ungrateful to have a connection with their ancestors, they had forced him to leave their territory.

He paused his walk as he reached the shade of a twisted, scraggly tree, inhaling sharply, causing air to whip into the hollow cavern of his skull and tasting the scents that danced upon his tongue. “Time to find a new forest,” he said in fake elatedness, jaw clicking and sending a tremor through his rib cage. “Or maybe…” As he turned to look back the way he came, he let out a gentle huff. “Flesh of my flesh, ripped from my bones,” he breathed to himself. An image of the small coyote he had found a long while ago wavered into his mind. “That was a… nice place. And not… too far from here.”

Bone spun in a slow circle, thinking. “There was a wolf pack nearby. Hm, hm, yes, a wolf pack nearby. And that coyote pack…” The involuntary motion of drawing his tongue across his upper lip escaped him at the thought. “Flesh and torn body. Hmm.”

With a swish of his battered tail, he turned and set off at a quick lope in the direction of the forest his mind had dare remind him of. In the direction of wolves who appreciated him; or, at least, pretended to. In the direction of a coyote pack he had stalked nearly two years prior.

In the direction of blood and flesh.

- President Loki

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The Blood War

Outlander's Epilogue

"Mother?"

Outlander's eyes fluttered open to the two large faces in front of her. Her daughter stepped forward, holding a small bird in her jaws. She set it down in front of Outlander. "Mother, please. Eat," she said quietly. Outlander let out a rasping sigh. "Robin, you and I both know I won't be able to keep that down," she grumbled. Age hadn't slowed the coywolf down, but the sickness that had been ravaging her body for the past week was making her frail. Still, she had made it past the bar her mother had set. Her children were almost young adults, and already fine hunters. She had watched them play, and fight, and hunt, and grow. They might have gone to find a pack if Outlander's condition hadn't kept them behind.

Robin looked at her brother, obviously hoping he could convince Outlander to eat. "Please," he sighed, "Just try, at least. You haven't eaten in days."

Outlander eyed her son for a moment. He had the same red coat as she and Robin had, but it was interrupted by breaks of grey, a gift from a wolf father.

The white spots resembled places where skeleton peeked through the fur. She had named him Bonepatch immediately as an homage to her greatest friend. His personality didn't fit with that of his namesake. He was timid and avoided conflict at any cost, but sitting here with sadness in his eyes, Outlander could see a resemblance.

She looked at the both of them and gave a smile. "Go. Find a home, a pack if you must. But promise me something."

Robin and Bonepatch exchanged a glance, understanding their mother was giving them her final wishes. "Stay together," she said, strugglung to hold on to the smile as she thought back to Scavenger. "Always be there for each other. Protect each other. Promise me?"

They nodded slowly, to which Outlander nodded in response before going into a coughing fit. She laid her head back on the ground and Robin padded over to lay at her side, setting her head on top of Outlander's. "We can't leave you here," Bonepatch murmered, staring at the ground. "We can't leave you alone."

An unexpected laugh broke from Outlander's lungs. "Look at me," she said. He raised his head, and she looked him directly in the eye, like she did when she wanted her children to remember something. "I won't be alone." Bonepatch nodded slowly. Outlander continued: "I've taught you both everything I can, but I haven't taught you everything there is. You will have to find your own way, and-"

"Bloom," Robin and Bonepatch finished in unison. Outlander smiled, "So you were listening to all my lectures?" There was another coughing fit, this one leading to blood. "Now," she said, "I have one more request. I will try to eat, but I want a rabbit." Robin looked to Bonepatch and he padded off with a nod. Outlander sighed again, looking at her daughter, "Both of you."

Robin's ears dropped.

"Please," Outlander continued, "I don't want you to see this." Robin stood slowly, touching her nose to her mother's. "Goodbye," she choked, backing away. "Not goodbye," Outlander corrected. "We'll see each other again. And then you'll see all those stories I told you and your brother about my monster guardian were true." She smiled as Robin turned and padded of with tears streaming down her face. "I love you both," she called after Robin, "And remember, you're never alone!"

Outlander's eyes flew open. The pain raging in her lungs had vanished, and body, young and undamaged once again, was covered in starlight. Her third and final trip to the Forever Grounds. Phantom wolves and coyotes appeared from the trees, grouping before her. "Outlander, of the coywolves," spoke one of the wolves in lead. "Welcome to the Forever Grounds." From behind him stepped two figures: Outlander's mother and Scavenger.

"Welcome, to your new pack," Scavenger said with a smile. "No omegas, no alphas. Just packmates. You belong here, and now its finally your turn to join us." Outlander recognized a few of the faces. There was Phantasm, and Winks, and even some of her old coyote packmates. The pack turned, making its way deeper into the forest. Scavenger dashed after them and Outlander's mother stood, motioning for her to follow them before disappearing through the trees. Outlander took one last look behind her, where the living world faded away. Though they would hurt, she had every confidence her chidren would thrive. As she turned back to the astral forest, a dark grey wolf appeared before her, his peircing blue eyes filled with both the sadness of seeing another dead friend and the relief that her suffering had finally come to an end. She gave him a smile, "Thank you for your guidance and protection, old friend."

He gave a smile back. "Welcome home."

The Blood War

Chapter Thirty-Two

The wolves had decided on electing Ashsky alpha almost immediately. She had proven her loyalty and dedication to the pack, as well as her sound judgement and good intentions. With Bone's approval of the situation, they began dragging their dead away to be buried, leaving Snowblind's body alone for the elements and vultures to have as a final disrespect to the vile, would-be alpha.

Bone hesitantly helped them bury the fallen, a final proof that he was not the monster they feared, and as he padded back to Snowblind's body to drag it out of the camp he looked back up at Outlander. What had he said? This would be the last time she saw him? As he bent down to grab Snowblind's scruff, she stopped him. "Bone," she called, motioning for him to come to her. The bleeding from her neck had stopped, but her shattered ribs still cried out in pain, and she was hesitant to disturb them. He padded forward, hanging head low. "Sit," she said, tapping her tail on the ground next to her.

"I need to get this carcass out of here," he protested. "It will attract scavengers if-"

She rolled her eyes and groaned theatrically, "Just sit." He grumbled, but gave in with a sigh and sat next to her. "Happy?" He murmered. They watched the sun begin to retreat from its high throne, making its way to the hills in the distance where it would rest. Outlander thought back to what her mother had said. "You are not an 'it,' Bone. You are a 'who," she said with finality.

Bone made no sound, but Outlander could have sworn she had seen the slightest break of a tear in his eye. "You have a heart, a mind, and a soul just like any other wolf. You aren't a monster at all ... I think it's taken me too long to truely realize that." There was silence for a moment more as the sun met the ground. "There is," Bone said after a while, "one last thing I need to do." He placed a rough skeletal paw on her head lightly and lowered her head to the ground. "Close your eyes," he said. Outlander obeyed, noticing everything had begun to sound far away. "And dream."

Outlander found herself greeted by the astral forest once again. "Hello?" She called out.

"Outlander," a voice called from behind her. She turned to see Bone, or at least what she believed to be Bone. His skin and fur were completely intact and his voice, while still low and gravely, didn't have the rasp years of wear had put on his lungs. He looked ALIVE. "Bone?" she murmured in awe. "Welcome to the Forever Grounds," he said with a smile. He turned and padded off quickly, shouting, "Follow me!" over his shoulder. Her short legs struggled to keep pace with giant bounds of the mythical wolf. As she ran pasts she could see whisps of ghost wolves running along side her, a magnificent phantom pack howling at the moon.

Bone pulled her aside from the phantom chase, leading her to a familiar spot. She could see the large tree in the distance, and Scavenger still sat under it, speaking with a two other coyotes. "I made her a promise," Bone said, looking down at Outlander, "that I would keep you safe, and that once I had done what the ancestors had asked, I would reunite you." Tears, set on her eyelids, and the thought occuring to her to say something she should have said many times before. "Thank you." She ran into the glade, stopping before the tree. All three coyotes turned to her before the two strangers said farewell to Scavenger and padded away into the forest of stars.

Now Scavenger alone sat under the tree. Outlander couldn't bring herself to move forward as she thought how she had betrayed her sister and allied with her enemy. "Outlander," the coyote said, her voice bringing comfort like her mother's. "All has been forgiven," she said, seemingly reading Outlander's thoughts. A smile broke across her face as she greeted her sister for the first time in many years. Scavenger touched her forhead to Outlander's before looking back to Bone. "Thank you for honoring your promise," she called. He nodded from the distance, silently.

"He really is quite sweet, isn't he, when he isn't bent on killing you?" Scavenger said with a laugh. Outlander looked at her fearsome guardian. A white wolf she didn't recognize had appeared next to him. "He's hurting," she said quietly to Scavenger. "He has been for a long time."

"So have you," Scavenger remarked sincerely. "That grudge you held with him was not on my behalf, but yours. You were alone, and you blamed him."

Outlander's ears pinned as the truth shot like daggers into her heart. "Why are you telling me this?" she asked, quietly.

"Because you aren't alone," Scavenger laughed her eyes sparkeling with mirth, "You never have been, so you can finally let go of this burden you've been holding on to." She looked back to the hill where Bone and the white wolf were speaking. "He isn't the only one that needed to bloom," she said with a smile that melted Outlander's resentment. "You've both made it, you've both bloomed."

~CL1