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The long, cold and harsh winter sets in on the large forest known as Eamo , a place inhabited by creatures of all sorts. A large pack of felines owns large portions of the forest, their brute strength and cunning making them a challenge for any beast to go against them. As per the leaders wish, the pack itself makes trips around their claimed land, for only a few purposes, the keep the peace, help those that need it and fend off any other forming packs that may pose a threat.

As the winter snows set in the packs activity and daily patrols became few and far between. The only active one left, on a daily basis, was the leader, a Luma known by the name of Jack. Jack was a very rare breed of cat, part lynx and part puma. He had the body and endurance of a puma and the face and details of a lynx with the combined brain strength of them both. Like most in the forest of his, as he likes to think of it, he walks upright on his two hind legs, the only time on all fours is when he is in need of taking a long trip. His long, durable legs carried him with pride and he showed it as much, he always had his head up always scanning never letting his eyes rest unless he knew he was completely safe. He had the stride of a great comfort, knowing where and when to step, he obviously had pride and trust in his land.

The tall feline was out on his morning routine, a quick, brisk walk through the woods then a sprint back home to get him up and running for the day's needs. But this morning was different; he had a feeling that it would be a lazy day so he took a risk and decided to mosey along his usual path taking time to envelop himself into the nature of the surrounding area. With every foot fall the soft crunch of snow could be heard from miles from the silence of the forest. With a deep breath Jack had swiveled his ears around taking in a moment to attune himself to the faintest sounds of the quiet white void that was once lush and green.

Jack was pleased to hear that for once in a rare morning the forest was quiet, not a bird making noise, not another fur walking around not even then usual winter animals coming out to catch an early breakfast, it was nice. As he kept walking he noticed something strange, something that was disturbing the void of perfect snow surrounding it, paw prints. As he took into more investigation he noticed that they were almost dissipated so they were nowhere near being fresh but they lead to the bottom of a tree which from first look looked as old and nasty as the brown earth surrounding it oddly absent of snow and all frost. Jack took a few curious steps closer to the tree, noises could be heard from it and it sounded like a low pouting but he still wondered what it could be. As he neared the base of the tree he was at a disadvantage because of the wild vine like roots of the tree were covering the entrance where he was standing he had to lower himself down onto the cold ground, but as he did this he had somehow managed to slip and drag his clawed hind paw against the ground and grind his knee against the jagged rocks and other pieces of shrapnel that he had uncovered, now lacerating his skin making blood spill from the wound slightly.

As being leader of the largest pack in the Eamo forest he knew this was nothing compared to what else he had endure, so he sucked air and withheld the pain not making a sound, instead lowering himself even closer to the entrance of the old decrepit tree. What he saw was anything short of shock as what he saw in fact was nothing but blackness, forever ongoing blackness, but he knew there was more, more to be found, something had told him to keep looking. As he crept a little closer something hit his nose and at further investigation he saw that it was a golden furred lump, which felt cold to the touch. The foreign object was something of interest as jack brought a paw over the surface of it he noticed that it was no ordinary lump but it was a body of an inhabitant of the forest and a dead one at that. Jack let out a long depressing sigh before reaching further to see if he could find anything else, and to his surprise he did. What he had found though was a small source of heat, very small and fragile and he instantly recognized the feebly body as a young pup only just recently born, he knew the pup would not survive another night without its mother, so he knew what he had to do as the keeper of his land. He had scooped up the small thing into his paw and stuffed it close to his chest and ran. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, over vines, rocks and other hidden objects he knew could possibly be dangerous, though with every step the wound on his knee only got worse and more blood spilled out seeping off his fur and into the snow trailing behind him.

After a long and painful run he had finally found his destination, the large lavishes cave that he called the packs home. He entered quickly taking note of the lit torches and hanging pelts lining the walls making the cave more pleasing to the eye, something his mate had enforced he had thought. As he now limped into the cave down the winding path past many other curves, knowing that was only going to lead him astray, he found himself in front of a large entrance torches on each side of the doorway blocked by the lushest of pelts, pushing them aside feeling how they brushed against his furr and relied just how cold he was from the lack of felling in his skin. He limped across the floor which was covered in silken covered plants of fabric to warm the ground beneath his feet, effectively he might add. He came to a large pile of silken pillows and mink blankets, he knew only the most skilled craftsman in his pack could make for their favorite leader, as he came up the large mess of pillows and blankets a stirring was spotted and a white and black striped tale lulled out and was slowly moving from side to side, the rest of the slim body appearing from the depth of the blankets the same color can design as his tail. This special tiger was the leaders mate, Thien.

Thien has always been the short and skinny kind of person, little muscle to his frame, but thanks to his mate he was able to gain enough strength to do the tasks he was given daily from Jack and the rest of the pack. As Thien looked at his mate the first he noticed was the blood streaming down his leg and he rushed to get up to assist his mate down, Jack simple shrugging him off to hand him his prize, "No my love, don't both with me yet I can walk to the medical station myself but quickly take this, it may be important". He had handed him the small golden pup warmer than before but not warm enough, and Thien knew this, he had immediately gotten the pup down into the blankets with him to warm him up, "Wha-...where did you find this poor thing?" Thien's motherly instincts had kicked in seeing the poor defenseless pup shiver with the bitter cold of winter. The luma looks out "I found him next to his mother, who had died in the night, I had to bring him back if I wanted him to live", by this time Jack was walking back to the entrance to go and get his knee fixed up.

Thien had given him and gawking motion, "What do you wish me to do with him once he is warm and fed my dear? Give him to another family? Give him to someone in the pack?". Jack has just reached the makeshift door as he head this and he had to stop in his tracks to think about this for a little while, a smile crossing his muzzle, as he was walking out his last remark was "Call him son", then he was gone leaving Thien with their adopted son in his hands tears now welling up in his eyes and streaming down his face, he had always wanted a pup to call him own.