It was winter in the Eastern territory. The Betas had just finished their grass drills. During their break, Stormfast and Stone were playing near the Dividing River.
"I'm the chieftain of this pack now, so that means you have to do as I say!" said a young Stormfast, who was sitting on a large rock.
"You know, Storm, I don't think you have the guts to be chieftain," Stone taunted.
"Why do you say that?" Stone didn't know how to reply at first but then…
"Well, umm... you gotta give a command!" Stormfast nodded and patted Stone on the back.
"Okay. I command you to, uhh... hunt down some caribou and, uhh... bring it to me!"
"Okay, sir," Stone answered. He started plucking out some grass. "Pretend this is caribou meat."
"*sniff, sniff* I smell apples," said Stormfast.
"Oh, it's just me. That's my natural scent."
"Really? I did not know that." Stone changed the subject back.
"Here is the meat to feed your family, sir." He pushed the pile towards his friend.
"Thanks, Stone." Stormfast then broke the pretense. "You know, I bet I will be a real chieftain someday. Maybe in the next few seasons."
"You're not serious, are you?"
"Yes?" Stormfast wasn't sure if he truly felt that way. "What do you mean?"
"So you want to become a lone wolf, find a mate, and start your own pack, in other words, ditching me here?!"
"No, no! Of course not! C'mon, you know me." Stormfast then looked over Stone's shoulder and saw his cousin a hundred yards away. "Hey, look who's behind you."
"What...?" The two wolves waved at Garth.
"Who are those other Betas waving at us?" Tony asked his son.
"Oh, just my best friend and my cousin," said a young Garth.
After the chieftain and Garth left their sight, Stormfast and Stone looked back at each other. (*RUMBLE! Splash!*)
"Uhh... Stone! I command you to save me!"
"Stormfast, get out of there!" yelled Stone.
"Does it look like I can?!" A landslide had pulled Stormfast into the river. "Stone! HELP! *gasp!* Help! Anyone! Hello! *gasp*" (*splash!*) He tried to keep his muzzle above the water. He looked downstream and noticed a bank he could possibly catch. He grabbed onto it and dangled there. "Stone, where are you? I can't hang here for long!" Stone then showed up.
"Storm, grab my paw!" he shouted while reaching out for him. Stormfast grabbed his paw, and Stone pulled him out from the bank.
"*gasp!* Thank you, bro."
"Hey, friends stick together."
Suddenly. . .
Stormfast woke up. Terra was still sleeping.
"*sigh* Worst dream ever," he groaned.
Meanwhile. . .
"After all I've done for you," muttered Stone. Simon was supposedly sleeping across from him. His broken paw still rested on the raised area of the floor. "I mean, I've saved his life, like, many times, and he does nothing in return." Simon then appeared to wake up.
"Hey, lad. Is there any chance this Stormfast character is related to Tony?"
"Yeah. Bronx had two sons: Tony and Owen. Owen is Stormfast's father."
"Hmm... I didn't know that," said Simon.
"To be fair, you haven't been to the Eastern Pack in who knows how long. Do you at least know Tony has a son named Garth?"
"Great. Garth. Sounds like 'barf,'" he grumbled.
"Yeah, he gets that a lot."
"Anyway, I'm going back to sleep." Stone then looked at his broken paw. The onion's painkilling effect was wearing off.
"Owww!" he screamed.