The Lone Warrior
Einarr's story is not one of joy or happiness. His was a trying one, at first. But through hard-work and gritty determination, he defied what was likely fated for him and now leads a pack of his own.
Born in a litter of seven as the runt, the largest litter his birth pack had ever seen, Einarr wasn't expected to live long. His mother said as much, and believed as much, not actively trying to kill the small pup but also neither trying to keep him alive. As irony would have it, however, he was the only of his litter to survive.
His siblings passed over the months- one to sickness, another to a predator, one completely disappearing over night. It was as if fate was punishing his mother, his father, his very pack, for thinking so little of his life.
When he came of age to start contributing to the pack, everyone treated him with scorn and disdain. He was still small and weak, compared to others in the pack, and still most didn't expect much out of him. His parents treated him like a complete stranger, certain he was cursed for the doom he had brought upon the rest of his now-dead siblings.
Once caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, Einarr was eventually framed for a crime that he hadn't committed. The alpha of his birth pack jumped at the chance to exile him, sending the young wolf off without even letting him defend himself.
Einarr wandered for days, leaving his birth pack far behind him, to eventually stumble upon a beautiful snow colored female high in the mountains. He came to know her as Kelda, and she tempted him into giving up his wandering, if only for a brief time, to keep her company.
Overtime the two became close, and founded what is now known as Fjellsang Pack.
