i was born on a cliff, in a small pack that roamed the New York canyon. i had three brothers and one sister. they were lost to the rival pack that had been trying to kill us for generations. it's been moons and moons since the humans were around. i've never seen one, nor has any of the other pack members. the last elders to see any had passed long ago. i was the only surviving pup of the alpha pair. all others had run off or passed in hunts or wars. the other members were rogues that my parents took pity on and in return for shelter and protection, they swore their loyalty. one though, kino, was upset that i would soon be in charge of the pack. he had been counting on all the litter passing and being left in charge. now his hope is that i will choose him to be alpha male, he has tried many times to court me.

my father passed a week ago, a buffalo hunt. he went after a bull alone. my mother mourns still. until she returns, i have been put in charge. this is my test of leadership, and if i ever want to lead the pack, i have to pass. the newest members, all the way from California, so unused to real wilderness, are complaining of hunger. i'm hoping on a caribou hunt at the next full moon, i just hope they hold out and keep thier heads till then.
Unknown "~SnOwFlAkE~" - 17 years, 1 month, 12 days ago