Omen

(Still needs a bit of refinement...)

Omen, formerly known as Cliff, was once a wolf with simple dreams; he wanted to leave his home to explore far beyond the territory, and perhaps even find a partner to settle down with. At about two years of age, he and his brother Forest decided to disperse from the pack together. They were both enthusiastic about the journey at first, but soon found that neither of them were prepared for the harshness of the wilderness. Young and arrogant, the brothers quickly got into regular arguments, constantly blaming each other for every failed hunt or other mishap. Eventually, when the two of them were practically half-starved, one of these arguments escalated to the point that a fight broke out.

Cliff tried his best to win their scuffle, but he had always been the weaker of the two and was quickly overpowered. In the heat of the moment, Forest used the opportunity to leave a carefully-placed scar by his eye; a permanent mark to remind him where he stood. With a shattered pride, Cliff fled as soon as he could, setting out on his own with no intention of turning back.

It came as no surprise to him that he wasn't any better at hunting alone than he was when he was with his brother, but it was disappointing nonetheless. He was determined to prove himself, yet he could barely even keep himself alive. It was only a matter of time before he starved, and he was beginning to get desperate.

In his search for food, he eventually came across an old abandoned carcass in an unknown pack's territory. The land may have been claimed, but he wasn't about to risk missing out by asking permission. Besides, it was abandoned for a reason, right? It started with just one carcass, but before long, scavenging on the pack's leftovers became his main source of food. At last, he was beginning to recover his strength a little. However, there was only so long it could last. Once a patrol group finally caught him stealing their hard-earned food, he found himself being chased, and they did not seem happy.

Luckily, he was able to evade his pursuers, and actually found it quite fun teasing them as they called out various threats. So long as he was careful, he very much intended to go back when he needed more food. Until then, he decided to see what the other nearby packs had to offer. None of them seemed very welcoming, but they were clearly much better hunters than he was. He spent a while simply travelling between the packs, living off what they left out. Whenever one pack chased him out, he would go and steal from another. Although this method wasn't always reliable, it seemed a lot better than trying to hunt everything himself.

As Cliff got older, he eventually discovered this lifestyle was a lot more tiring than it had seemed at first. The packs had come to despise him, and suddenly, he didn't feel so safe anymore. He had come close to being caught a few too many times, and now it seemed some of the pack members were even going out of their way to track him in an attempt to catch him off guard and put an end to his thievery. Finally regretting the choices he had made, it was like he was constantly on the move, simply looking for somewhere he could stay without fearing for his life.

By the time he reached four years old, he realised the packs would never forgive him, and it was time to leave it all behind him. He began using the name "Omen" instead, and would often roll around in various plants to disguise his scent. On top of that, he purposely let his fur take on a scruffier appearance, never bothering to smooth it down anymore. With his new identity, he was ready start again; find somewhere new to settle down and make a better life for himself, and hopefully, those around him, too.

Omen travelled far from the lands he had stayed in for so long, taking care to make sure he wasn't being followed. Despite his lack of strength, now that he was older and more experienced, relying on his own abilities was suddenly a lot easier than it once was. It turned out he had great endurance, allowing him to tire out prey in long chases and carry on even in harsh weather. He had also learnt a bit of respect for others, and at last, he was ready to correct the mistakes of his past; to use his skills for the benefit of a pack. His pack.