Cavetown

Fostered by Petal and Johnson

You approach a blue wolf busy picking through food scraps and picking out bones from them. Placing the old bones off to the side. "Hello there." He seemed distracting, focused almost entirely on the task in front of him. You were only secondary to that. "I'm Cavetown. I'm sorry to inform you if you're looking for the wolves that were here previously. Both Petal and Johnson have passed. The wolf looked up at you a deep sadness in his eyes. You nod slowly, but ask about he came to be in the pack. "Me? Micheal brought me here from the trading center. That's when I met Petal and Johnson. They were so sweet and nice to take me in, even though I was a rowdy pup. They treated me like their own. I always felt abandoned by my family, for some spare SC, so feeling the love and care they took raising me. It was beautiful. I saw them raise their own litters and helped them grieve when they lost them. I was taught by them how to hunt, and took their spots when they grew too tired to. Petal always fixed me up when I got injured on a hunt and scolded me for being so careless. Johnson would encourage me to try again when I messed up during hunts. I miss them. I truly do. Even if they weren't my real parents, they treated me like their child, loved me like their own child. I loved them just as much." The wolf sighs softly, forgetting completely about the pile of scraps he still needed to sort through. On his leg rested a bracelet that looked familiar. Passed down from Johnson, Cavetown wore it in memory of the pseudo father he considered his real one. "I guess that's enough for today huh? I need to get back to sorting through these scraps, so run along now." He gently shooed you away and went back to work sorting out the bones from scraps of food.