I was born on the সেকেন্ড of July. Everything was just as a normal pack of নেকড়ে at peace... But it didn't stay that way for long.

The বছর I was born we started to struggle with a pack south-east of ours. They called themselves 'Shonens'. At first it was just a territorial issue, but then the caribou numbers started dwindling. When the caribou numbers started dwindling I had just passed a বছর and a half old. And when it was my first birthday, my dad taught me how to hunt and survive. But one night the Shonens attacked our pack they out-numbered us দ্বারা a quarter. Since the Shonens knew my dad trained all of the Arlington pack, which was out packs name, how to do very impressively strong combat training. It was a war. 50 Arlington নেকড়ে against 75 Shonens. The battle took a hard turn to defeat on us... But the good thing was, that there where no আরো Shonens walking the Earth... Unfortunately there was soon to be only one Arlington নেকড়ে left... me. As I herd nothing but my dad ,Brian, calling to me I went to him. He was holding his paw on his necks artery. He looked at me coughing a pint of blood, then stop long enough to say-"Red, my son,"cough cough"you must go on your own now," I interrupted,"but, dad" He stopped me and continued," I taught আপনি the best training I knew, I put all my effort of training into you." He started to have a slow, raspy voice,"I didn't teach anyone even close to what I taught you, আপনি must now use what i taught আপনি to survive... alone." And with one last 'I প্রণয় You' he was gone.As I closed my dad's eyes I looked around and saw nothing but bodies of lifeless wolves. I am now a Lone নেকড়ে I though sadly to myself as I trotted into the forest...