"Many, many moons ago, back when the world was barren and devoid of mortal life, there were two beings. One was yellow, with wings of fire and a cloak the color of the starless sky. The other being was a deep purple, with fur made of the galaxy and wings littered with stars. One represented destruction and war, the other represents construction and peace. They were opposites, yet always got along. Together, with patience and time, the being of flames and the being of the galaxy worked together to form a ball of dirt. Over centuries, they created water, trees, grass, rocks, and all other things you see. They were happy with what they had built, but Earth felt empty with just the two of them. The phoenix and the griffin each pulled a singular feather from their wing, and combined them to create the first living beings, avians." Finch gazed down at the pups gathered around her lovingly, each pair of eyes watching her with curiosity as she told the story. "And that, my children, is why we are all named after the beautiful feathered animals of the skies. Our names pay the two great creators respect, so we receive their blessings." Finch paused again, gazing up at the tree they call their home. "It is also the reason we live in this grand tree of shadows, so we are always closer to the skies, and are not bound to the earth like so many other wolves." Her gaze returned to the pups, the light of the full moon making their fur appear almost silver. "Now little ones, run along and get sleep. There is training tomorrow." She watched as the pups all scampered back to the tree, climbing into the hollow slightly off the ground. She sighed, resting her head on her paws, gazing up at the moon. Tomorrow is another day.

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