Snowflame132

   On battle field two figures in black capes stood surveying the damage done and the damage left to be done. The smaller one was a white wolf, scratched and bleeding. The older taller one was a dark gray wolf. "Is it true?" The white warrior asked without looking up, "Is he really gone?" "I've told you, you saw it!" The gray warrior looked away. "Please tell me it's not true!" Cried the white warrior. "What do you want me to say?" Growled the gray wolf. "I want you to tell me he's okay! Tell me there is hope! Kef, tell me that!" The white one cried "That would be a lie and you know it, he's dead. There is no hope, there is no light an