Alaska Night

''Born to lead''

That's what my mother always told me. I started my life journey in the northest part of the world, where harsh weather sets the rules. You can be royal blood or a wolfdog, the Speigas doesn't care. He doesn't have a feeling of mercy, nor he goes into a compromise, he takes anyone and everyone he wishes. He's the reason why I grew up without a father... My father died while hunting and my mother always said that taking his life was a decision of the Ancient Norths God Speigas.
Surprisingly, I didn't have any friends, I was always bullied and harassed by other puppies. Maybe they were jelaous...? I still can't answer this question.
When I became an adult, I got forcibly married off to some West Lord. The climate was too warm... Way too warm. As well as letting some arrogant King dictate my life isn't my thing. One full moon night, I ran away. Lost and scared I wandered through unknown teritorries trying to find a place to call home. That's when I met Black Fang (link). We instantly became great friends. She came from a simmilar situation: Fang was disowned by her parents, because she wasn't a male and the Heir had to be one. Given the option to be killed or leave the pack, she chose the latter one. She made me more confident and I tought her how to be amiable. Slowly but surely, we made our own pack.
Recently, I got the news that my mother died - I was left as a heir, so I had the right to claim the name, traditions, territorry and everything that's been left by my ancestors. I am bringing my pack to the north. To the land of cold. One day I'll feel the blood-curdling winds on my skin again. The voices of my ancestors. The brutality of Speigas...