Byve is the weakling. The runt. She hadn't learned a lot in her old pack. She gets teased a lot. She gets in fights, too. She often looses. One day she sped back to the alpha. "Teach me to fight." She sniffed. Yes, rainwolf speak English. Well, actually, we speak Gorsish. The alpha, Glanium, was confused but didn't say no. He grabbed her by the scruff and carried her to a beautiful meadow, hidden behind big shrubs with flowers called grainums. He set her down. "Attack me." He sat down. Byve tilts her head. That's it? She ran over and jumped on him, biting his ear. He just laughed. "Your claws, Byve." He said. She looked at her paws. She used her nails and scratched him. "Good." He said. They did stuff like that for the whole day. By the time the sun had disappeared, and the moon was in the sky, Byve was stronger and ready to fight. She wanted to run over to everyone who was ever mean to her, but her father carried her to their magic grove. He dropped her in a pool of mystic spring water. She got cleaned off and curled up in a ball on some mystical clouds. Mystical clouds are clouds, that you don't go right through. They are made when enchanted water evaporates. She slept like, well, a pup. She woke up to the loud craysons flying above. Craysons are like Phoenixes, but the look like. . . the night. The night she wished hadn't escaped from her grasp. She loves the night. She usually spends the night staring up at the stars until she doses off.