Prologue
A wolf walked into a den where a grey she-wolf and one pup were lying down. The mother wolf's eyes were calm, but as she cought sight of the male wolf entering her den, a look of terror replaced her calmness.
"Well, this is exactly what I expected from a fool as you. You think you can hide my own son from me, don't you?" The male wolf snarled, prowling closer to the nursing female.
"Please," the female whispered softly and desperately. "Dragonfly can live without you."
"You named him Dragonfly? I'm glad I never was in love with you, you're idiotic enough to name this pup such a stupid name." The male scrunched his face in sheer disgust. The female was taken aback and laid her ears back for a moment.
"Thornfang, you know that it's my family tradition."
"Eh, all your family's names are idiotic anyway. Yours especially, Butterfly
"Get out."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Fine. I have to eat anyway." Butterfly simply walked away to hunt, leaving Thornfang and the young pup alone. Now it was easy to see, due to the shadow from the cave, the male wolf's actual size; he was immensely huge, even on male standards.
The wolf walked to Dragonfly and suddenly, a spiritual loop opened between them. In the loop, Dragonfly's eyes were opened- the large wolf was flustered a bit, but didn't care. He was seeing into the future; seeing what color the wolf's eyes would be. A smile of satisfaction flickered across Thornfang's face; their eyes were exactly alike, not a single spark different. Both were amber, reflecting the same peircing ambition.
"Mark my words, Dragonfly, you will be exactly what you should be; my shadow."