Scattered Stones

History
Let take a trip some 50 years into the past, to a time where none of this seemed to exist. Back then there was a simple pack, a normal pack. So yes, basically no wings, powers and what-not. This pack was the Leaf Pack, full of normal average wolves. Except for one. This wolf was an elder of the pack, one of the smartest wolves in the land. Except he had a twisted mind. He wanted power, he wanted to fly like the birds, he wanted to control the elements, he wanted to be beautiful with many colors of the rainbow, he wanted to do what no wolf had done before.

So he concocted his own potion of sorts, nobody knew it was more like poison. He tested it on wolves until he was quite sure it worked. Some of these test wolves died while others made it out alive. When he was quite sure it worked he told the wolves of his plans. He told them that with this potion he would change their lives forever. He would make them all powerful, he would allow them to fly like birds, he would allow them to control the elements, he would make them beautiful. The wolves were exited and took the bait. He then poured a mix of herbs and what-not into a hole he had dug so far that water had come up to the top. It then became an odd green color, swirling and contaminated. The wolves were unsure, it looked what it was: poison.

But this twisted elder was so sure of himself that he showed them by drinking the liquid. The first thing that happened was his pelt became splashed with color. The wolves were wide eyed and rushed to the liquid, each taking one gulp until there was no more green liquid. Nothing happened at first, then wings painfully sprouted from some wolves backs. They screamed in terror as the green liquid entered their bloodstream and altered them for life. Those who took too large of a portion died- even the elder. Though painful, it worked. They could now fly like birds, control the elements and many other things, and they shone with brilliant pelts.

These wolves branched out like they would have done normally. Though now with branching out, they passed on their odd traits. Soon it spread on and on, within twenty years it was everywhere. Now there is nothing 'normal' anymore. Every wolf is a bit odd.

Plot
Now then, 50 years into the future since then, lets talk about the present. There is a descendant of the elder, he has the same twisted mind after all of these generations. He has the same idea as well, yet different. He thought the elder foolish, he should have never shared anything, for true power he should have kept it for himself.

This is what he decided to do. He went to the extremes in it's making. For example: instead of breaking a branch we would take down a tree to gather all of the sap. This went on and on as he destroyed the nature around him for power.

Soon enough he had a new mix of poison, this one much worse. In the hole of the last potion he dug a bit deeper until the water rose once again to the top. He dropped the mix into the water, it turned into a dark red. The color of blood. The wolf drank the entire potion until it was completely gone.

The red color around his mouth suddenly spread to his entire body turning his entire pelt a that bloody red. His size grew and he became horribly ugly and deformed. His eyes lost the gold color and everything became black with a glazed look. He lost all thoughts, he practically became soulless, his only thought was "Kill." He became stronger, larger, and would never show mercy. And if he bit them without completely killing them, they too turned to be one of him. Only a tad less strong, a tad less large, and had the slightest bit of thought.

He destroyed Nature, and Nature bit back. It decided to kill all of his kind for destroying it's kind. There is only one cure. If these wolves are smart enough to find it then the curse will be lifted, right? Wrong. They have to take the cure to the source. Will these wolves find it? And will they make it to the one who started it all?