Torr was once a lone male wolf looking around for a pack. He was quite wimpy in structure and didn't really have what it took to take over a pack. One day he collapsed next to a river, he closed his eyes for what he thought was a final time. He was skinny and wounded, he thought there was no hope. Though what felt like only moments later he woke up, curled up to a warm body. He immediately panicked, this was not where he collapsed. Though he was immediately soothed by a she-wolf. He asked her name as he huddled in a corner of the den, not bothering to look around. "Lilith" was what she responded. She looked to be the same age as him, not much older than a year. After a few sniffs he noticed her big belly. She was pregnant, they spoke for a while and he soon found out why she took a chance on him. He was her only hope.
Mate: Lilith
