A few days ago i was staying over at 's house for a few days while my parents were going on holiday. During the last night i was there, I woke up at something like 2:30AM-ish and sat awake for a few minutes before falling asleep again and having one of the best dreams i've had in a long time.

It started off with these two Un-Named wolf characters walking, or it seemed they were tracking something or someone through a semi-lush forest located who-knows-where in the world.

The one with the scar on his eye was noticably cheerier than his "brother" as they called each other, and trotted along with a spring in his step, while the other wolf who had longer hair stalked along quetly and cautiously.
Eventually their hunt led to some sort of a trashed camp site where a few stragglers of which i assume the group they were following were sleeping and lazing about.

A battle ensued, where both of these wolves showed their true battle prowess, often smashing the enemies into trees and knocking them down in one or two hits, though the one with the scar seemed to like attacking from the air and using a lot of kicking combinations, while the other one tended to fight using his arms and legs, landing solid blows on the enemies.

After the battle, they continued onwards through the forest, when the long haired wolf smelled something that made the hair stand up on end and seemed to scare them a lot, they quickly fled the area and leaping into the trees, travelling by jumping from branch to branch.

A little later they reached the end of the forest and sprinted off into the plainsland beyond the forest, eventually catching up to a bigger band than the one they defeated earlier.
The alpha of this new tribe was some kind of large bear or perhaps a very big dog creature. He seemed surprised that there were still two wolves left, the scar wolf rushed up to him, swearing revenge for slaughtering the last of the wolves, he engaged in a quick mélee with the bandit, landing many kicks on him, but not managing to do any damage.
The bear knocked him away and ordered his team to attack the wolves, they quickly dispatched the rest of the tribe members.

The bear creature quickly complimented on the wolves living up to their clan's reputation, then fought the wolves head on, the wolves seemingly doing no damage to him, when suddenly the long hair wolf buried his fist in the gut of the bear creature, knocking him unconscious and to the ground.
The wolves had a moment of silence and then began walking towards a large town they saw in the distance.

They walked for a few minutes, discussing what to do next.
The long haired one suggested they search for any other wolf clans, or if they couldn't find any, they would find suitable canine mates and attempt to revive their clan.
Suddenly a jet black rabbit with sharp ears pointing straight up in the air arose from a cloud of smoke, he introduced himself as some sort of hunter, who tracked down the supposed strongest races and clans in the world, and tested his mettle against them.

He challenged the long hair wolf and they started charging at each other and engaged in a small mélee, it looked as if it were going to be a very epic battle, but alas, my alarm woke me up...

Needless to say it was an awesome dream, and has now inspired me to write a small manga type comic in black and white about these characters and their adventures, i'm still thinking up names for these two wolves, and probably invent a section in which their clan was slaughtered.

What do y'all think?