Sylas

Born as the smallest of his litter, Sylas was the only one who survived when his nest was brutally attacked by a small gang of roaming wolves. His parents were loners living in the Deciduous Forest, raising a family of three pups without many troubles. They returned from a hunting trip only to find all of their beloved puppies murdered. Their blood was painted across the thick trees that had once provided them with safety from the elements. Linia collapsed in grief, curling around her dead children. Her mate, Jaro darted off to pursue the assailants, but never made it back to their den. His cries of pain were heard all throughout the forest that night. Linia howled and howled for hours on end, cursing the wolves that had killed her pride and joy out of pure malice.
To her surprise, a tiny voice answered her, mewling in a weak attempt of her own voice. It was the runt of the litter, somehow still alive while covered in the blood of his stronger siblings. The pup was small, but clearly had a strong spirit. She tended his wounds and soon Sylas grew more healthy, growing into his namesake of his father and becoming kind-hearted, strong and spry despite his small size.
After many moons of living with mother, he bid her farewell to join a pack, forging a life for himself under new leadership.