Prologue

A wolf strided across the Path of Eastern Triumph.  That, at least, was the name it had been given.  Her silver fur was soaked and dull in color. She was recovering from the invasion of Bluemoon Valley.  The truth of it all hurt.      Sylver, or so her name was, moved forth; though her heart was not with her.  Invaders had come and conquered the land of Bluemoon Valley.  Only a few survived.  She was one of those lucky few.  Or maybe not so lucky, for everything that she had come to know and love was gone.     Sylver had heard of another, more established, larger valley to the east.  Wolves who lived there simply called it The Valley.  The name was plain, but those who lived there said it with spirit, pride, and power.  It made the valley sound huge.     So Sylver headed east to join one of the packs there.  Or, even better, maintain her own pack.  Just some way to put away her past.     Suddenly, Sylver noticed that she had begun traveling along a downslope. She lifted her muzzle and gasped.  A glorious valley opened before her, deep enough to fit Mount Everest in, and wide enough to lay across the Sahara Desert.  But it was not near as hot.  Lush green grasses covered all except a few parts of the valley.  Squinting, Sylver could see some pups chasing each other.  She couldn't see the whole place at once from where she was, but suddenly she felt like she had always belonged here.  She leaped down the valley's side and went searching for the main leaders of the valley.

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