(This isn't really a story... it's more of a short prologue. I haven't decided whether to continue it or not... I'd have to make the prologue longer if I did. Anyway... enjoy!)
"Are you sure he's the one?" A white wolf asked, peering through the thick undergrowth and into the burrow den ahead of the three.
"Yes," The tan-and-gray male replied, eyes narrowed. "I'm quite certain. He is the fourth..."
"The prophecy... it's revealing itself." A gray she-wolf murmured, closing her bright blue eyes. Her tail slowly curled around her side.
"Soon he will realize his gift," The white wolf added, claws scoring tiny marks in the soil. "And the Fire will be found."
"Patience, Rain and Breeze," The tan-and-gray male barked softly. "It will be some time before he is ready. When he is older, we can visit him, tell him of the prophecy."
"You are right, Sand," Rain agreed, nodding. She looked to Breeze, who seemed to be thinking the same. Then, her ears perked, and she turned to see a large brown wolf coming out of the den. It was the newborn pups' father. "Here comes Elk."
"There will be a time to explain the prophecy to him when the Fire has been found." Sand growled. "And when that time comes, be ready..."
(It's not my best writing, really...)
