Legend of the Fledge

        Long ago, when the great wolves still ruled in the western part of the world, there were two packs divided by the desert. This was a lawless and bloody time, for between the rival packs was the lush Old Land. A beautiful forest rich with prey, a paradise for any wolf.
And over this land the two packs warred. Other packs looked on with pity but anticipated the day when the packs would eventually kill each other off and leave the Old Land free. But in both packs occurred a strange phenomenon. There were wolves born with wings.
None knew why this happened but they accepted it as a deep magic and called those winged wolves the Fledge after fledging birds just learning to fly.
As time passed the wolves' numbers began to dwindle. And then it so happened that River, one of the Fledge from the Northern Pack, met Aspen, the Fledge from the Southern Pack. Their beautiful feathered wings matched and they realized that despite their separate packs they were not so different. In time, the two fell in love.
Now, River's brother, Shadow looked on with disapproval. "This should not be allowed and must be stopped." He said, spreading his dark leathery wings.
Shadow flew off in wrath and gathered the Northern Pack to attack and destroy the Southern Pack once and for all and finally claim the Old Land for themselves. The wolves agreed and fallowed Shadow to destroy the Southern Pack.
It was a terrible battle. Both packs met in the Old Land and fought until the grass was stained red with their own blood. River tried to stop the fighting but Shadow urged the wolves on until only a few weak and wounded wolves remained.
"Stop this!" River growled. "If we continue this fighting soon no one will survive! Think of your pups!"
"Do you really want no future for our young?" Aspen said. The wolves listened uncertainly. "The river and aspen trees are joined here, and so we must join our packs." River said. Shadow let out a snarl. "River is a traitor!" He spat. But as the wolves thought about River's words they realized he was right. If they combined forces they would be the strongest pack in existence and rule over the Old Land as one. River was seeking to unify them, while Shadow was leading them down to death and darkness. They realized that they should have never fallowed his blood thirsty ways.
The wolves had decided but Shadow was still too proud and he leapt forward to kill Aspen and River. And then, River had to do the unthinkable. To protect his mate and his new pack, he had to kill his own brother.
From then on the packs were united and became the Olingland pack after the Old Land they now possessed. And since that day Fledges were born fallowing Aspen's and River's bloodline; but, afraid of history repeating it's self, the ancient wolves passed the Law, that every "evil" Fledge must be killed unless Shadow's posterity returns and seeks revenge to destroy the pack.
And so the Legend of the Fledge was born.