Icarus walks alone on the soft grass. His mate is in labor, and the hunting chore is all down to himself. How boring, the wolf thinks, as he disappears into the forest. It's not that he doesn't enjoy hunting; rather, battling causes his blood to boil. But the thing is, his enemies are too weak. Rabbits, squirrels, pheasants... Too fragile. Only one bite is required to take one down. Occasionally he finds deer, but they have no chance against him and his mate. How is he supposed to find excitement in fighting weaklings?
Suddenly his sensitive nose senses something. The smell of prey? Maybe. He has absolutely no idea what the scent belongs to. It is weird, he has never encountered this smell before. What is it? He wonders. Out of curiosity, he tracks the scent, and stops.
Right before his eyes, stands a giant creature that stands on its hind legs. The giant's long fur enveloped its powerful limbs. It turns around, and looks into the Icarus' eyes. 'What have we got here? A little wolf looking for a challenge?' The giant says in a low voice.
Icarus is astonished. Never has he ever seen such an intimidating creature. He charges directly at the creature, aiming for his throat. But the creature reacts quicker than he expects. It raises its giant hands, and sends the wolf into the air. The wolf lands with a great thump, and begins to fall unconscious. Before he passes out, he hears a voice saying, 'I am the Big Foot, the almighty king of the forest. You are still no match for me. Come back when you are stronger.' With that, the creature disappears.
Years have passed. Icarus has grown into a strong alpha male, father of the pack. He is back in the forest, proudly looking down at the creature that once defeated him with one hit, lying on the ground. 'You finally win,' said the creature, 'but it is not over. I have many friends who are stronger than me living in all parts of the world including swamps and jungles. Do you think you can fight against them?'
The swamps sounds interesting. Icarus then vows to find all the mythical creatures and beat them one by one. But his son, Hawk Eye, asks: 'Father, you are old. Are you sure you have much time to explore all the biomes?'
Icarus replies, 'Even though I might not have enough time left, there are still many packs out there with the same passion for exploring and the same curiosity about the world. Remember the alliance we have created? The Curiosees? It is the alliance for wolves who are curious about everything. We work as a whole to explore the world and look for different things. One day some of us will have found all the mythical creatures and defeated them in battles.'
-WildSpirits (#:172901)
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