Whispering Shadows

Alright, this is my second first story on this wiki, so...yeah...... For the zero people who read this, I hope you like it, except so far, it's pretty bad.
==Prologue==
"Swift? Swift, is that you?"
From the echoing darkness above Whisper's head came a growl, a low growl that sounded similar to that of his sister's. But whoever was growling hadn't revealed themselves--and obviously wasn't planning to anytime soon. 
They told me that this is where she lives, he recalled. That must be her. 
But what if they were lying? What if they wanted to keep him and his family apart? Whisper dared not to think the latter option. The members of his pack had always wanted to best for him, especially with his family scattered all over the continent. 
Whisper continued forward, through the utter darkness. He knew that the underground labyrinth spread across hundreds of miles but all connected together to form a web of caves and tunnels. 
"Why would Swift want to live here?" he muttered to himself quietly. 
"Because it reminds me of something," came the answer he wasn't expecting. "Something I lost."
Whisper yelped in surprise and whipped around, narrowing his eyes and scanning the shadows for his sister. "Where are you, Swift?" he cried happily. "Please, show yourself!"
"I'd rather not," Swift replied. "I live in the caves, and I want to stay hidden. Besides, why did they send you here?"
Whisper took a large breath before replying. "My pack . . . they knew of your location. I wanted to know where it was, and they told me."
"So they didn't send you. You came here by choice."
"Well of course! I wanted to visit you, Swift. It's been such a long--"
"Did you learn anything from your family?" Swift yelped in shock. 
Whisper lowered his head, slightly ashamed. "Y-yeah. Always look out for yourself, and no one else. But I thought--"
"Your thoughts are wrong, then," Swift retorted. "Leave, Whisper. I don't want you here."
"Swift, please. I know our mother taught us to be independent, but I needed to visit you."
There was the faint sound of mocking laughter from above, and Whisper couldn't help but flex his claws in annoyance. 
"Why? Needed to tell me something?"
"Yes, Swift."
"Alright, then!" Swift barked. "Get on with it, slowpoke."
Whisper's voice trembled nervously as he spoke, and he tried to hide his terrified quaking. "You know River?"
"My former mate?" Swift's voice immediately melted into a soft, affectionate tone. "Yes, I remember him."
So at least she still loves someone, Whisper thought in exasperation.
"Well, Swift, he's dead."
There was an awful, gut-wrenching silence that followed his news. Whisper began to back away, but Swift's sharp bark stopped him.
"Stay here." He was surprised at the amount of pain and grief in her voice. Whisper winced. Would she take everything out on him?
More coming soon
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