Zanu turned to the other wolves. "While I had been travelling, me and Khar had come across a pack. They invited us to stay for a while, and while we were there, we were told the legend of how the pack was formed." He said. He then began to repeat what he had heard at that ancient pack.
"Many years ago, it was said a strange rock hit the earth, and it had carried a virus. The virus had started to spread to the small creatures that had touched the rock, and they had become crazy, so to say, and suicidal. Animals who had found the rock had been curious, and decided to touch it aswell, and they began to kill eachother. The wolves were the first to make the connection, and they were told to stay away from it, but it was no use, the virus spread to the land itself, and soon every blade of grass held the deadly contamination. The three packs of the area, Tall Tree Pack, Frozen Winds Pack, and Lost Woods Pack, had started to tear eachother apart, mental from the sickness. The survivors soon found eachother, and though they lost many, they were able to flee from their homeland. They formed the pack called Fallen Forest Pack, in memory of the forest that fell to the sickness. Many years later they returned, and they could live in the forest in peace as the virus had then passed." Zanu paused. "It had been generations ago, and was regarded as a false tale. There was no evidence for any of it, except for the fact that some wolves had found a hidden cave with atleast a packs worth of....Remains." He said slowly. "But otherwise, no one knows if such a rock ever existed, or if there was any possibilty of such a disease. Truth be told, over so many generations, the tale had been twisted and changed too much to find any facts" He said shrugging.
