"He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided,
alone,
by virtue of his own strength and prowess,
surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive."
- Jack London, Call of the Wind -
(wip)
The Sitani pack that dominated the south-east boreal forests were vicious fighters that lived for the thrill of the hunt and the exhilaration of a good fight.
Raised in a matriarchal pack of hot-tempered wolves; Kamat's entire puphood was filled with memories of snapping teeth, torn fur and the taste of blood, belonging to both prey... and wolf. All Sitani wolves start collecting their scars as soon as they could walk.
Having the Sitani Matriarch as a mother meant Kamat earned scars than most pups his age. Enduring vigorous "play"-fights that left him crumpled paifully on the dirt.
But like all young wolves, Kamat soon grew restless.
It was only a matter of time when Kamat finally decided to leave his mother's pack. There were no farewells. No sentimental wishes of luck.
His mother only told him that if he died in a fight before establishing his own pack and territory, she would be embarrassed to have birthed such a weak pup.
