The second (2nd) part to the the Tale of The Tailed Thieves. This is the tale that wolf tells. ^-^ enjoy and don't forget to comment. Thanks.

The Wolf’s Tale.
By: Mist Shadowvale

I the wolf, the archer of great renown. I speak of this tale.
In hopes to keep the memories of those forgotten. To tell
Of the curse lay upon our heads. The reason in why I have no member
Of blood in which I can speak of. For even though I was a yearling. I remember
Those I had thought would be with me during this tale. But never the less.
Before I am marked as a slacker. I shall go on with the tale. So that my soul may rest.

Within in Shadowvale there lied a small clan of lupine warriors of amazing
Renown. They were bred to be the finest in there arts, warriors worthy of appraising
By the highest of means. For I, being a son of a great chieftain, was trained
And hardened into a yeoman of intelligence and great renown. Even if it rained
I could strike my target with a merciful blow.
Striking any part that would make the crimson tide of life flow
Forth quickly from my kill. But sadly even in this warrior laced
Clan. There was one threat that had been placed.
Upon our heads eons ago. That our kind would live strong and of worth.
But from the moments our mothers had worked and given birth
They knew we were to die young and slowly due to the plague that took
Us into its iced grip and steal the breath of our bodies. Only when we shook
From our death’s rattle were we allowed to rest. There were those who sought
After a cure. Wishing no more than to have at least the chance that bought
Our clan more time. But sadly there were none that we had known.
So weary we lived our lives and worked toward the grown

Fruits of our clan’s labor. But then a legend came of a cure
For our struck illness. With hopes, joys, and wishes of pure
Relief. My father, the chieftain, called for one to set forth,
To retrieve of the legend elixir, to slay all that came from the north
To try and stop them. So that our clan may live within the village
Forever more. That those who went forth to the north were not to pillage
But to keep in their hearts, souls, and minds of their goal. To retrieve
The cure. To bring it back as a hero and so that we may relieve
The curse from our heads. So that our lupine race could live on in the glory
And safety among our clan. For it was I, tired and saddened by hearing the story
Of my dying family, bravely stood before my father, and spoke that I would
Go forth myself and bring back this legend cure. I felt that I could
Succeed as it was then. That before everyone, my father allowed me this task.
With a warrior’s joy, his strength and courage, I sought off with only a flask,
My bow readied to be knocked with my arrows and my clans blessings
I went off for the first time to the unknown North. During my travels I met feelings
Brought on by the curse that sought after my family. This curse was named
“The specter of death.” For the sore that were crimson, thought to be bites till, lamed,
Dying and sore, Sores darkened. The cursed would speak of their pain nevermore.
There members mourning, even the newly stricken, called out to them, forevermore.
After long and mournful travels. I arrived into the alleged location of this devoted
And sought after cure. There within my grasp. I retrieved my flask, the cure, demoted
In its true form, only a liquid instead of the all mighty embodied cure, But at last.
To this day I regret this moment. For as I took the cure, I could feel, equal in the past
As of now. I discovered a soft voice calling to me. Speaking as if a specter had calling
To me within my soul. For I felt my world, fallen, and I knew in that moment falling
Down into a dark abyss, this was not of reality. But no blissful cure could have been
There for my clan. For I awoken. My mother at my side. Stricken and my other kin.
Dying of the curse my body had not taken hold of. For it was in reality, just
A fever pitched dream, the journey I had taken meaning nothing as my heart bust
Open with pain. Wishing death onto myself as I saw my mother’s eyes glaze over with
Death. For I wish I had found the cure. To heal my clan and forever be with them. Pith
Is what I had gained though. For in that moment. I was thieved of my kin folk.
I the only survivor. This has allowed me to be able to spoke
Of this tale. In which I wish I could say ended happily. Instead of this living hell.
But sadly this is not so. And with this. I say farewell to the telling of this tale.