Redwall Otter Novels & Stories

He moved fast and quietly, following the scent trails that only rogues like him could sense. Finally, he reached the deep part of the forest far from the towns and the packs. A place where only the rejected, the forgotten, and the broken stayed. That was the rogue zone. He howled loudly, his voice echoing through the trees. It was a call for all those like him. Immediately shadows started moving in the darkness. One by one, wolves came out from the trees and the woods. Their eyes were cold. Some had scars across their faces, others limped from old fights. These were not pack wolves, they were the wild ones.

Pasha asked, thinking a little. - Honestly? the guy hesitated. - How many people do not tell: do not go into the forest, but they still stick around! And so it has always been. And the fact that no corpses were found ... There are wild animals from martens to tigers with Himalayan bears. By the way, there are even red wolves listed in the Red Book. Not fiery, of course, - he looked sideways at me with an undisguised smile, - but more even redheads.

The pack meeting that evening was held in the community center—a generous name for the converted barn that served as their gathering place. Thirty-seven wolves comprised the Moorland pack, making them one of the smallest autonomous territories in Montana. Everyone sat in a rough circle, the hierarchy clearly visible in posture and positioning. Otto took his usual spot near the back, close enough to hear everything but far enough to avoid drawing attention. As the only Omega in a pack that desperately needed fighters, he'd learned early that his contributions were tolerated rather than welcomed.

Mordeu asked. Kai was slightly taken aback by Mordeu’s sudden question; nevertheless, he answered, “Red wolves are rare, one in a century. There has not been a red wolf for years now.” Mordeu shrugged. “That’s just myopic. You’ve not been around the world to come to that conclusion. There exist red wolves now.” Kai’s and Cillian’s expressions turned grave. “How many have you met?” Mordeu scrutinized him, sensing the fear in his demeanor. “Just one.”

It had to be the mention of his father. Catherine continued. “The guardian wolves were the protector of the red wolves. They were built to be the most powerful and strongest of all wolves. They were more powerful than any Alpha. During the time of the red wolves, there were around 100 guardian wolves. Typically, about ten guardian wolves protected each red wolf. Before they started killing off the red wolves, they started killing off the guardian wolves. By the time the last red wolf was killed, only about five guardian wolves remained alive.” Catherine looked over at Callan, taking a deep breath before she continued.

When he finally drew away, wiping his own eyes with the sleeve of his shirt, I asked “did you really mean what you said? About magic being real? Because I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that information.” “Neither do I to be honest” he replied gravely, shaking his head. “Perhaps no one does; but I’ve heard tales of a group that lives far on the west side of this continent. I believe they call themselves witches, the Witches of… something or another. It’s been a long time since I’ve been there.” “You’ve been outside?!” I exclaimed. “Outside of the Estate? And you’ve traveled?? What was it like!! How far does it the continent reach, and long ago did you– “

Chilli speak softly as her hands cups one of my fists, trying to relax it, wanting to calm me down, "Elias, I..." "Red wolf," a whispering voice comes from a far, interupting Chilli and pulling my gaze up to see Maxwell still kneeling before us, staring. "By the moon goddess, finally, a red wolf!" He exclaims, "our prays have been answered at last." What the hell is he on about? How does he know about red wolves? "Alpha...?" I ask hesitantly,

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

But I had a lot of plans and I wasn’t going to let any of that stand in the way of it happening. Conan slowed as we approached the small clearing. I knew that Coral was in the clearing, but I was still surprised when I saw her wolf. Having seen all of the wolves of the red wolves, this was actually my first time seeing Coral’s wolf, Ivy. The shades of red for each red wolf varied slightly and typically matched their hair color. Coral’s wolf was a deep red, although it appeared as if the belly of the wolf was white. It was dark, but the moonlight shone down on the rocks where Ivy sat.