Hi! Thanks for the reviews! I have a few things I wanna say before we get things started.

First, incase you are wondering, Coli's name is pronounnced, Cole-EE. Second, I am now going to start putting quotes from The Sight before each chapter. Like how David Clement-davies does. Okay? Good. Now let's begin!

Chapter 3

"Love one another. Be true. Love one another, or perish." ~Tsinga, The Sight

"Nekkro, what is the meaning of this?" Striding's voice boomed across the heads of all the blood-stained wolves.

"A warning, Striding and Mortra. I want to speak of an agreement- And I will tell you now." Nekkro spat, and his eyes suddenly sparked with anger and hunger.

Mortra sat first, her eyes still a mellow and controlled flare of curiousity. Nekkro sat across from her, and Striding took his place next to the drappa. As the next to highest rank, Kreen sat a little ways from his brother, and began to watch the other wolves with great fierceness.

"Come, Coli. Over here." Fren murmured into the Sikla's ear, and nudged her over to the side of Mortra.

After every wolf had been settled, Nekkro began to speak.

"My pack is dying, Striding and Mortra. It is dying down by the river, for all the Lera have moved off. We've waited too long, and now we can't start moving far to another hunting spot. We are too weak, too hungry. Death bits at us every day. So we ask of you- No, we command of you- That you let us move into your hunting grounds."

"Never!" Kreen barked.

"Commands from another pack?" Fren growled.

"No..." Coli whispered, and her head lowered with shock. Nekkro wanted to take over... He wanted to rule. But the pack could never let him. He'd never get the chance.

"Be quite, before I bite your heads off!" Striding howled, and the wolves fell silent once more with nervousness.

"Nekkro, if you ever wanted to move into our land, fighting wouldn't help." Mortra murmured, for she was the only one who wasn't hyped up yet. "You brought your wolves forward for no good reason. Think before you act." The drappa seemed well with what she had just said, and gave Nekkro a chance to reply.

"Ah, my dear Mortra. But I do have a reason." Nekkro insisted, and he leaned his head forward to come nose to nose with the drappa of the pack. "This little fight I put on was a warning- My wloves may be dying, but the blood is still running in their hearts, and they will kill. Oh yes, they will kill. And so shall I."

A rapid bark broke out from Nekkro's army, and the wolves howled and pawed the ground with eagerness.

"Nekkro, I forbid you to take hold of our territory. Now be gone. This agreement shall not be made." Striding spoke, and his voice hung like ice in frosty weather.

"Be gone!" Kreen snarled, and Coli spotted Fren roll her eyes.

"How many times must I tell that empty-headed wolf... Force and loud voices won't work." the elder grumbled to the Sikla, who muffled a laugh. It was amazingly true.

Silence overcame the wolves after a moment of murmurs. Then Nekkro stood, passed his gaze over his pack, and turned his back to the drappa and dragga.

"Beware, Mortra. For what you have said may just come right back to you." Nekkro growled one last time before disappearing over the hills with his pack behind him.

"Come," Striding said after a moment. "The pups are waiting back at the cave."

The shadows filtered in and out as the sun began to sink over the grassy hills. Coli sat in the entrence of the cave, her ears twitching and her muzzle sniffing at scents and sounds. Mell, Grainie, and Setta were in the back of the cave, playing together while Mortra watched them. Next to Mortra sat Fren, who was murmuring a story or a new piece of news to the drappa. Striding sat a little ways off, the shadows almost always hidding his pelt. He was in great thought, and his eyes gleamed with strange stories.

"Sikla, what are you staring at." Kreen's voice broke to Coli who glanced up over her shoulder. The tall wolf was standing by her, his fur buffling in the gentle breeze.

"I'm not staring, Kreen. I am considering." Coli replied, and she turned her gaze back to the sunset.

Kreen didn't go away.

"Sikla, you're always doing the strangest things. Must be the work of Blaskin." the male wolf muttered, turning his eyes onward.

"Blaskin..." Coli echoed the word, and felt an angry shiver run up her spine.

"I bet you're shaking with fear, Sikla." Kreen went on, his eyes still watching.

"Because of what?"

"Nekkro. He's coming. He won't give up without a fight."

"Is that so?" Coli wondered if she acted bored enough, Kreen would go away.

"Remember what he said... He is willing to kill to get his way. No matter how empty his stomach may be." Kreen replied, his eyes darkening. "Oh yes, he will kill."

Plots starting to form, eh? Anyway, this was a shorter chapter then the others. But it still has some importent things in it. Oh, and check in my profile for a poll on this story.