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Meh. Part 3 of chapter 1.
Get your friends to read! Seriously! Maybe then I can get a good artist to draw the brothers o.o
Anyways, the character introduced here isn't my own so don't hurt me if you think I did it wrong person who owns it!
Here we go:

The caves had snuck up on Dante. One minute he had been struggling through the snow, following in the footsteps of Cay in the blinding snowstorm. The next he found himself in the caves, the dark passages provided shelter from the wind and snow. Shaking the snow off, Dante looked out the cave entrance realizing if he had been alone he would've missed such a small entrance. Drawn to the sound of Cay slowly walking down the passage, Dante turned to the depths allowing his eyes time to adjust to the darkness before following quickly behind his older brother.
The system of caves had three ways in and out. Each way eventually lead to a large chamber capable of fitting all three packs of lycans within comfortable distance. The east side of the chamber was dominated by a large pool of clear water. The water was fed through an underground stream and played home to enough fish to feed the lycans all winter the light came from a plant that grew in the water, illuminating the entire chamber. Besides the three main entrances to the cavern multiple smaller tunnels could be seen all along the walls. Every single one had been found to have a dead end or loop around back to the chamber, an impossible area to get lost in.
Dante followed his brother through the twisting passage for what felt like an hour before it opened up into the cavern. The site of the other two packs of lycan's already comfortable and at home greeted the two brothers, along with the site of a majority of their pack still dripping from the snow. Cay glanced down to the younger brother, "so we weren't the slowest, you run fast for a young one." Cay's approval was something Dante had seen rarely given, and to Dante it was one that meant the most to him. Cay was his favorite sibling after all, Dante looked up to him more than his father.
Cay raised his eyes back to the lycans scanning the groups. Unable to see he craned his neck as high as it would go and slowly swivelled around the cavern. Finally stopping, apparently seeing who he was looking for he spoke to Dante quickly and excited, "good luck, don't make a mess." With that Cay bounded off in a rush to a large group from the pack he remembered his mother mentioning she came from. Dante looked around the cave for something else once he was sure Cay had gone. He started at the lake and slowly turned to the side until he found the passage he was looking for.
The route to his destination consisted of two choices. He hadn't even finished going through the first choice when he decided on what to do. Skirting the edge of the caverns so as not to get pulled aside by one who might recognize him, he made his way to the caves. Silence was not an issue, the visitations of lycans seperated by over half a year gave enough noise to cover his retreat. The stories of the young ones mis-adventures distracted the adults and the task of finding a mate weighed heavily on the youngs mind. Except Dante. He couldn't care less.
He had slipped in the passage un-noticed and now walked carefully through the dark, the passage was long and winding but like the rest, had no place to turn off and get lost. Eventually Dante found the end, rather clumsily he found it, stumbling over a rock and colliding against it with his shoulder. He shook his head quickly and knelt to the ground, feeling in the dark against the wall. Finally finding what he was looking for, a pile of loose rocks, he tried to pull them aside but found they had already been pulled aside. Dropping to his stomach he crawled through a dark, tight tunnel until it widened into another chamber, the only entrance through that hole and the pool of glowing water fed from the same source as the lake. Dante would often come here to rest and peace and figuring he didn't want to bother with the idiocy of finding a mate, he had come here.
He had found this place by pure accident and enjoyed the quiet it offered without plunging him into darkness. However the peace was not to last, interrupted by a teasing voice, "I'm surprised one so fat could make it in here."
Dante's ears snapped up and his eyes darted to the source of the voice. The sight that greeted him was a female, smaller and slimmer than he, but also younger. He hadn't been drawn to the fact that she was a female, but instead the colors of her fur caught his gaze, her paws bore one of the rarer colors of a lycan, white. But the rest of her fur was tinged golden by the light of the water, Dante didn't know how to react so he replied with his own snappy remark. "And I'm surprised one so young had the intelligence to find this place."
Dante had been quite pleased with the reaction he obtained, her stunned expression was reward enough and as if to reply to his feelings his tail slowly waved from side to side. The silence was broken by the clicking of sharp claws as the female slowly approached him. She stopped just infront of him, forcing him to look down while she looked up, their noses nearly touching.
"And I'm surprised one so rude and arrogant had the intelligence to find this place," her growled response left Dante stunned and silent as she stormed out from the same entrance Dante entered.
Throughout the rest of the winter Dante had only found reason to return to the hidden area twice and on both occasions the female had been there. She was impossible to find anywhere else. Both visits began and ended with an argument, the last one however ended with Dante storming off in anger, but not without her name, Maia. He had never told her his, whether because she didn't ask or because he never wanted to reveal it he wouldn't know.