It had been many a generation since the rise of King Ibex and his Unified Provinces of Plenty. Once upon a time they saw you could look out into the moonlit horizon and see the Wolves of Luna, their eyes illuminating a majestic glow, hunting the buffalo and other plains herds. But those days were over, dreams of the past. Long since were the days when a wolf could run free and wild, now he had to be registered and accounted for in the new King’s Utopia. All who refused faced a life of hardships in the canyons as outlaws. Yes, the once numerous tribe of Luna was obliterated almost entirely. Only 1/4th of their creed still lived and of this 1/4th only a few hundred or so remained free from captivity. These last fledglings further dissented into separate packs to avoid capture. Of these wild ones, the most charismatic was Rock, the Alpha of the Eastern Minerals.
Descendant from a life of hard knocks, Rock lost his parents as a pup and was forced to survive the hardships of the canyons by his lonesome. In all likelihood the young pup should have perished but perhaps Mother Luna had not forgotten her children as he overcame all the obstacles the canyons put before him. By the time he was in his teen years, Rock had earned a reputation among the canyon dwellers as the toughest beast, herbivore or carnivore, to ever cross the canyon floor.
Now in his adult years, Rock was without a question or a doubt the King of the canyons. His pack, the Eastern Minerals was unique from the other free roaming packs in that it was not only made up of wolves but all forms of outlaw critters. Anyone who had a grievance with King Ibex had a place in the Eastern Minerals. As charismatic as he was, not all the canyon dwellers agreed with Rock’s philosophy. Most notable being that of Onestroke leader of the Proud Eyes, the largest pack of wild ones.
A wolf who achieved distinction and respect over the long years of his life, Onestroke’s wisdom was sought after by all the young wolves of the canyons. Having been a pup when the cherry coated Ibex swaggered into the Luna Wolf den and proclaimed himself king, Onestroke was one of the few who survived to see the story unfold. The registrations, relocation camps, and hunting of his kind, he had been there and experienced it all. As such Onestroke was a direct link to the past. Now past his prime, his days were dedicated to teaching the youth the old ways and the words of Proto.
These times were different however and the wolves of today had little to no interest in talks of the Luna Mother who had abandoned them. OneStroke was quickly losing his influence to the Eastern Mineral Alpha Rock and his young blood ways. In the old days Rock would have been an honored Alpha but in these times acting with your claw and not your nose meant a swift death. Before Onestroke passed into the stars above to be reunited with the Luna Mother, he wanted to make sure that his kind were on the track to self recovery. The only choice he decided was to hold council with the three largest packs and try and persuade them that survival of the species was more important than personal retribution.
Distaff, Alpha of the Lunamazons was the first to hear of Onestroke’s call for council. Being a descendant of Proto, Distaff heeded Onestroke’s teachings of her ancestor many a time and held a deep, father-like relationship with the old wolf. After all, it was Onestroke’s tale of how Proto heroically searched for and rescued the lost members of a war party that inspired her to leave the safety of the Proud Eyes and rescue lone wolves who were dying everyday all throughout the canyons. After her initial success and gaining a pack of her own, Distaff extended her efforts from the canyons to the entirety of the King’s Unified Provinces of Plenty.
Legends of a female Alpha swifting through the morning mists were soon made popular by the starving wolves held in captivity as more and more of them continued to vanish from the reservations. This caused a new found appreciation for the Luna Mother and in time Distaff was heralded as Khonsu, the moon princess who quenched the throats of her kin that thirsted for freedom. Rock too learned that Onestroke wanted to trade words. Already knowing what the old wolf wanted to say having heard his lectures one too many times, Rock had respect for “the paw that felled the kings men” and gathered his pack to see what the old wolf had to say.
On the day of the council, the three tribes, Proud Eyes, Lunamazons, and Eastern Minerals gathered together at the base of an overhang known as Proud Rock. The air silenced to a hush as Onestroke walked to the edge of the overhang and spoke these words.
“Brothers and Sisters of the great Luna Mother. I have gathered you here today to speak my final peace. I ask that you open your ears to hear my words. In my life I have always strived to do what is best for our kind. I have been somewhat successful but our lives will never be as they once were. Not as long as we remain in this land.
The only way for our kind to survive is to join our bands and once again form a single tribe as the Luna Mother always intended. For too long we have been without a home, wandering the canyons and the deserts like nomads. We must form one tribe and together we will leave the Demon King’s Unified Plenty and find our own sovereignty beyond the mountains. A task of this magnitude will require a strong leader which is why, as a symbol of my sincerity for our survival, I would like to appoint Rock of the Eastern Minerals and Distaff of the Lunamazons as the Alpha pair of this new tribe.
Rock, you are the strong paw that will protect us from the King. Since coming to the canyons as a pup you have proved yourself to be the greatest warrior these old eyes of mine have ever seen. I am proud that there is a wolf like you still running free so that the pups can see your claw and know what true bravery is. Distaff, you are the soothing paw our kind so desperately needs. Because of you many of our brothers and sisters have been saved from death but more importantly you have returned to their hearts hope for themselves and belief in the Luna Mother.
As for myself and the Proud Eyes, I will relinquish my power as Alpha and the Proud Eyes will flow into this one tribe like a lake into the river. If your ears do not hear my words then I will still relinquish my power and the Proud Eyes will flow into both the Eastern Minerals and the Lunamazons. The way we have been living will not work. One way or another we must unite and flee.”
At the end of Onestroke’s speech, the wolves did something that had not been done in years. They howled. And with this howl, Onestroke’s final dream was cemented in approval by Rock, Distaff and all the wolves of the three tribes. Onestroke would not live much longer after this council. Looking from the cliffs as the new unified One Moon pack marched towards the mountains to freedom, the old wolf smiled his last smile, curled up in a ball, and for the first time, dreamed not of the past but of the future when the Tribe of Luna would once more run wild.