The second part of the story I have decided to continue writing. As the story progresses, it will become more mature, but this chapter is SFW and any ages.

Days passed, and no one in the pack had an answer for the riddle of why the large beast had come down from its home in the hills. The thought on the deer passed away from most thoughts, but Fatherwolf still found himself concerned. He did not know why, but something inside him told him to be worried. His daughter had recovered well enough from the scare, and his son had proven to be a strong selfless member of the pack, even if he was not yet an adult. Many of the pack members acknowledged his inner strength and smiled upon him whenever he passed them in the village. Fatherwolf was so proud, and Mother, though having been distraught at the story told to the village about the hunt, found herself full of pride, as Father was.
It came to pass that after the sun had risen and set seven times that Father wolf finally found himself concerned and curious enough that he would go out on a journey to find the reason for the strange migration of the great stag. The problem arose that, not only did the stag come, but other creatures’ custom to the cold mountains had come and gone from the same direction as the great deer had. So Father told his brethren that he would go and discover what it was that caused them to act in such a way. Father left after embracing Mother and the twins tightly, smiling to his children. "I will return before the moon in the sky reaches its fullness," he told them, pointing at the now half-moon hanging in the daylight sky, "So you listen to Mother, and protect each other, my children."
Father's son followed him as long as Father would allow, but after a mile away from the village he was told to go back to Mother and await his return. Son's ears went flat in distress as he watched his father go, disappearing into the trees and out of site. Son walked back home with his head low. Why was Father going? Was there a problem that only he could fix? Or maybe he was on a mission given to him by the elders? Whatever the reason, Son found himself back at the village faster than he realized and sister hanging onto his arm, which she had recently taken accustom to. "Brother," she called smiling, "where is father gone?" He wished he had an answer for her, but he honestly did not know himself.
"Father is looking for something," He said slowly, not really sure why he believed it, but he was sure of that much, at least. Luckily, it did not seem Sister was going to follow up her question with more. She simply nodded knowingly. The connection between the two twins was strong enough that they need not always exchange words to know what the other was thinking, or feeling. Sister began tugging on Brother's arm.
"Let's go look for herbs for a while," She told Brother, changing the subject. He nodded and allowed Sister to guide him. They approached a stream that was near the village, a place where a flavorful plant grew that was cool to the tongue and helped ease soreness in the mind. Sister began gathering some of the plants as brother crouched near the stream, watching the soft current pull on the water grass at the bottom of the water's shallow depths. He could see a fish darting by every so often and he dipped his paws in the sapphire blue stream, splashing some. Brother grasped a leaf of some of the river grass and looked up to see Sister smiling at him. She was holding a large frog, who did not struggle in her hands. It did not seem to care that its life had been interrupted by the youngster and it looked up at Sister. She set the frog into the stream and watched it swim to the other side, climbing out without effort.
The youth spent much of the day walking alongside the stream, gathering herbs here and there. When they had finally gathered enough that they both carried armfuls, Sister and Brother began back into the village to where their elders normally communed. It was common for their people that the elders work with their hands more than do any hard, straining tasks as they got older in age. The children rested their finds in a basket near the gathering of elders. Sister ran to the Mother of Father and hugged around her waist. The elder delighted and embraced the young. "I wondered if I would see you today," she smiled and placed her hands on Sister's head. "I see that our little Miracles have brought us more herb." Elder Mother looked over to Brother who stood a few steps behind sister. Brother was smiling, cool headed, as Sister was engaging their Elder Mother. Sister was always more passionate about the people around her, while brother stayed calmer. The two seemed to balance each other in every way. Once Sister released her tight embrace, Brother approached and gave Elder Mother a soft hug as well. When he released he backed up a few paces again, standing at Sister's side, just behind her.
Sister looked thoughtful at what Elder Mother had said, looking up to her, she asked, "Elder Mother, what does miracle mean?" It was a word used seldom in the tribe, but when it was used, it was commonly describing the Twins. Brother listened to the question as well and realized that he did not know either, but now that the question had been raised, he too found it burning in his mind.
Elder Mother smiled, kneeling down and sitting upon her knees. She looked over her Son's Children fondly, "A miracle is something good that never or rarely ever happens. We call you and your brother that because you came into this world together. You are miracles because children born to us never come in pairs. It is always one, but you and your brother were the first coupled birth. You both are very special, especially to your parents." Sister was completely enthralled with Elder Mother's explanation. Sister's smile was so wide that Brother swore he could see every tooth in her head, making him quietly chuckle to himself. Sister began to dance around their Elders, her relish filling them all with joy.

In the days that followed, conversation centered among the adults and elders of the pack, most of which consisted of speculation of the cause for the strange behavior of the game. A large herd of deer were spotted, one day, running across the side of the valley, moving with unknown purpose across. The herd avoided the direction of the village, but made their travel obvious in their haste. The twins stood, awestruck by the sight of so many deer running together, in their own pack. Brother and Sister stood together, watching as the deer left the valley as quickly as they had come. “Such a large family,” Sister had remarked, and Brother had to agree. Never before had he seen so many together, staying together like that. He had to think that, though it never occurred to him, the deer were a family and had lives outside of being just prey for the pack. It made him smile to imagine the daily routine of deer and other creatures they shared their home with. Compared with the site of the large herd, the following days seemed uneventful, the youth making it their business to spend time with, as well as help their mother more so than normal while their father was away. Their mother was a tenderhearted she-wolf, and the pups could always see the love and joy she felt towards her babies.
One afternoon, Sister and Brother found themselves exploring near the forests edge, across the stream from the tribe. There, the squirrels chattered at the youth defiantly as the young ones chased them around their trees. Sister laughed as one of the squirrels threw a tree nut at Brother and he fell to the ground dramatically. Brother lay there in the grass for a while, staring at the sky with a smile across his face. Clouds crossed the sky in all different shapes and sizes and Brother found himself lost in thought until a particular black cloud demanded his attention. It looked as though it were being pulled forcedly from the rim of the mountains, perhaps somewhere over them. Brother stood up, eyes locked on the spectacle. It filled him with dread, for reasons unknown to him. Sister was still laughing and playing with the squirrels as Brother took her gently by her arm, pulling her back towards the village. Sister continued laughing, having not notice the strange formation dancing across the sky, originating from the mountains. When they got back to the village, Brother left Sister with Mother and went to join a small congregation of adult men who seemed to be discussing the anomaly in the sky.
“It is not a rain cloud, clearly,” said an older male to the others, “look at it, it obviously does not belong there!”
“But what is it?” came another voice, “The only other thing I’ve seen is the raining light make clouds like that, and it has not stormed for weeks!”
“Is that not the direction Father went when he left” asked Brother from behind the wall of adults pointing and staring. A wave of nods and agreeing voices met the query, but nobody seemed to have an answer. None of the elders had seen these dark grey clouds by themselves before. Unrest ran through the village that evening, and when the sun was set, the peaks of the mountain range could still be seen. They glowed with an eerie orange light that only caused more unrest among the tribe.