Karma was born in a cold den, spring had barely arrived, and warmth was nowhere. Blind and unable to hear, she ventured for warmth. But none came.
She decided to keep walking, her tiny paws soon touching snow, left from a heavy blizzard the night before. Her tiny wails peirced the night, alerting any preditor of her location.
Suddently Karma was picked up by the scruff, and soon felt air rushing by her. Her eyes began to open, and as she looked around, she was taken aback-
She was flying! Or more so, whoever carried her was!
Soon land came closer, a foggy spruce forest surrounding the pup and her carrier. Then she was set down. That was when she got a good look at the wolf who carried her.
The wolf was a dark grey, purple markings all over her, ombre wings on her back.
She lifted her head, closing her glowing purple eyes before releasing a fur-raising howl.
Wolves began creeping from the shadows, their eyes bright with supprise.
"I found this pup alone, no smell of mother on her, so we shall give her the shelter of our pack."
Barks of approval rose in the air, when suddently a crow dropped a plump mouse, freshly killed, right onto the pup's head.
"Instant karma, that will be your name."
Karma followed the pack as they explored, gaining great skill for hunting, but greatest of all, she grew in the time known as the Full Moon Ceremony. Uppon the sight of a spirit wolf, Karma would bow. Most time they would bow back, and she swiftly gained the favor of the spirit realm, and soon even saw them accompanying her. Her life as a pup was full of happiness and training.
But then the real training began.
Night after night, day after day. Karma begged to attend almost every hunting patrol. Her battle experience grew, along with her connections to her pack mates.
It was a foggy night in the forest, as always the moss was damp, the mud sticking to Karma's paws, but out of her corner she saw the slightest wisp of something, it doubled, her second sight activating.
Instantly a leader like aura filled the air around her, though it seemed her pack mates didint notice. She stopped in her tracks, then leaned down into a deep bow.
Her packmates on the hunting patrol looked around, confused. "Karma, what are you doing?"
Out of the fog stepped a broad wolf, his faint blue-tinted fur resting ruffled on his back. His eyes locked on Karma's, then he let out a hip of pleasure, disappearing in a swirl of fog.
"Whoa.. how did you see him, Karma?"
Karma's ears folded back, and she turned to the patrol.
"I just saw the wisp out of the corner of my eye, it doubled so I could see it better, I guess."
"Second sight. Karma, you are blessed with second sight!"
Karma blinked, surprised. For the rest of the patrol she eagerly watched for spirits, though none came.
Karma grew, and soon met Brused and Broken, who would grow to be her mate. A strong pair, alike and different, but perfect.