Carla sighed and laid down beside the wolf's body. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She zone out all of the other sounds except for blood pumping. Her mind entered the wolf's body, where a black heart and black blood were. She, subconsciously, sliced her paw with her claw, letting the red blood seep out and crawl into the wolf's body. It quickly spread throughout the blackness, turning the dark-colored blood to moist, red, wetness. It changed the black heart into an active, pumping, red organ. Carla suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the ground, breathing in quick, short gasps. She looked up to see a brown wolf standing before her with blank eyes. He was still, looking at her, expressing no emotion.
"What are you thinking?" she asked. The wolf shook his head. /Good/, Carla thought.
"Your name is Rikus," she told the wolf, standing up, "And I am your Alpha, Carla. You do whatever I say and bow before me. You love to fight, and you take no mercy on outsiders. You are a Dark Clan wolf." Then, she added something she had never said before: "And the Bloodred Circle pack are our allies. Treat them like you would your pack mates."
"Yes, Carla," Rikus said respectfully, bowing. Carla nodded and shrugged him off. She laid down in a clearing, tired.
