"The time of war is coming. When two sides collide with the force of a great storm. Only one side will survive, while the other loses many and vanishes."
A silver wolf stood on top of a mountain, glaring into the forest below him. He's silver pelt had blue swirls on his front arms, a milky underbelly and a necklace with the teeth of many wrapped around he's fluffy neck.
"Only 7 will remain when this is over. And when it is, I'll hunt them all down. One by one. They will perish. Just like the cougars that watched over them, many years ago.
Igneel.
Metalicana.
Grandeeney.
Weisslogia.
Skiadrum. And the other two, And mystery to all wolf kind. No matter. They won't be invited to the party anyway." with a spine chilling grin, the silver alpha turned around and walked into the forest behind him.