Soren

too many pups. no pack. a hot-headed alpha that roamed farther and farther each hunting trip, and bringing more meager gifts each return.

still, seven healthy pups grew and bickered. their mother, bored in her loneliness, would whisper lies along the siblings and smirk when they brawled. what little love they suckled from.

the eldest turned out more decent then he had any right too. sullen could charm a mother bear out of her charge. he whistled pretty tunes and caught birds like he could read their little minds. sorren followed his paw steps for he knew no other. the eldest didn't mind the attention; he'd simply smile and cuff him on the ears.

of course, of course, of course, sullen wouldn't make it. decayed from a sickness that terrified them all. sullen's last lesson to sorrel was loss. still, memories of his bright brother seize him with watery eyes and a burning heart. he wishes his babies could've known him.

aura found him. the female's scent often lingered on the edge of their territory, but sullen found no will to pursue it. and what a wonderful wolf she was. quick on her feet and sharper than himself, but so full of determination and ambition. it was she who pushed him to break from the cold remains of his family, explore the union. have faith in his own abilities.