Eyes. That was all that mattered. You were you pack. eyes. Mostly wolves looked alike except their eyes. Those of the Sun wore pelts of gold or at least a warm sandy brownish color. Midnight black ruled the Moon. Their eyes were sharp and are said to glow in the dark, bright beams that stand out. White skies are a common find. They were once known as Cloudpack but it was changed to match the rest of the night sky packs and to sound stronger. Finally our founders of the stars wore coats of a natural beautiful gray, light dark tinged with brown they were natural and royal. Eyes.

The cold ruled the night as a sleek black wolf padded through the woods. Her eyes were a stunning. A pale green as if the bright summer leaf was frozen. She had a white mark on her chest. A single white toe. Simply stunning. Her name was Night, Nightmoon. She was a healer and an alpha. Tears trickled down her face as she remembered Stormmoon's voice when he lay on his death bed.

Berry (the assistant healer) rushed arund the camp. Worry creased her face as she ignored Stormmoon's orders to stop using the herbs.

"Berry." He had croaked, the old alpha had the typical black coat the light in his pale gray eyes was faded. "Don't waste the herbs on me. It's my time." Leopard, Stormmoon's mate was weeping by his side. The two had never had any pups and Leopard had never wanted to be leader. "It's time for me to select a new alpha. I have no sons nor daughters to bestow this honor." He spoke the rare words of an Alpha ceremony. Once in a while an alpha retires, they decide that they aren't fit to lead and another takes their place. "My mate has decided to not take my place leaving me with no family more. The new leader of Moonpack shall be Night." Nightmoon remembered the rush, the surprise, the eyes. All eyes were on her. She finally managed to stutter out.

"Th-Thank you Stormmoon."

A slight chuckle escaped the old wolf "I am Stormmoon no longer. I am Storm. Lead my pack well. Long live, Nightmoon." A smile creased the graying wolf's face. As he closed his light gray eyes one last time. Never to open again.

She paused blinking tears from pale green eyes. No. She chided herself. Get a hold of youself, Night. No, Nightmoon. She took in a deep tapered breath and continued. Forest thinned it's deep dark greens comforting no more as they disappeared behind her. Nightmoon looked back one last time. Soon the barren landscape beyond the forest gave into a huge mountain of rocks. Large boulders to tiny pebbles. She glanced at the moon. Full shining light turned the land a silvery snow white. Rest. Her mind told her as she settled down into the dusty earth. Pale green closed as newly named Nightmoon slipped into sleep.