A Blessing
Soon after the Great Flood had subsided, the Founders of the packs had no idea how to live on their own. Most of them had in some way lived off of Twolegs, either with them or through what they threw in bins. Starving and desperate, all the Founders could do was pray to each Dog for help and guidance. Just as they were about to give up, their prayers were answered.Â
Soon a dog came along by the name of Thunder. His bark could be heard from miles and each pawstep made the ground burn as if it were struck by lightning. It was no doubt he was here by Storm Dog’s orders. Each member of the First Pack treated him with kindness, giving the only scraps they had to feed him and collecting the finest moss and feathers for him to sleep. He repaid their generosity by teaching them the ways of the forest. He taught them how to hunt, fight, and how to heal others in the pack. He also showed them the necessary structure of a pack and how to best utilize the members. By the time Thunder had left, the First Pack had become strong and healthy.Â
The story of Thunder and Storm Dog’s kindness has been told countless times. This serves as a reminder that, no matter what, have faith. The Dogs will never abandon the Packs, no matter how bleak things may be.
