Plot:

You've been searching day after day, and still haven't found it. The land is barren and dry, not another soul in sight. The rivers empty, the prey gone, the packs slowly starving. It hasn't rained in days, weeks maybe even months, and all the prey has moved onto places that are full of vegetation, leaving you here, slowly starving like everyone else. More days go by, you feel like your going to collapse, when you see something out of the corner of your eyes. It's blue, but it isn't the sky. It's on the ground. You look over and see a river, full of water, and all around it is nice green grass, and as much prey as you could dream of. You run towards it, a huge smile spreading across your face as you finally fulfill your mission. Then in the blink of an eye, there are wolves, snarling, baring their teeth and attacking each other to find out who will win the right to hunt and live on this land. All the wolves are skinny, their ribs visible, but they fight for their lives. Their eyes are wild with hunger and their skin tore many times. You stop and blink again and the scene changes again. This time the battle is over. Wolves are everywhere, their bodies limp, their chest still. Blood is everywhere and the river and grass are stained red. Then it starts raining, washing away all the blood. All the fighting and violence for nothing. It is all over. Then...You open your eyes from your deep sleep, you pelt shaking in fear. You look around and you are still on the dry, barren land. *Was it just a dream, or is this the future of all wolves here? Was this starpack trying to warn me, or was it my mind messing with me?* You hear the howl of a wolf, the signal to start a battle. The war begins, but it is really worth it? No matter what, rain always comes in the end. Doesn't it?

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