It was clear from the past months that he was the quiet child. He wasn’t sure what he was doing so far out in the pack. He just wanted to explore a bit further. He wanted to go somewhere else. Never in all the flecks that were on his back did he expect that he would end up in any bad situation. It was night too, he thought he was safe exploring considering his mostly black pelt so gently flecked in white and his mother’s gold that he very much could have resembled a starry sky. But no the runty boy was found, and rather quickly at that. He never encountered stranger wolves before, so he was caught off guard when finally there was a voice behind him causing him to yelp with surprise.

Soon he was snatched up by the scruff. He struggled helplessly against it, but he couldn’t even cry out in the position he was in. She apologized he thought, but he didn’t know or understand who this stranger was or why they were doing this to him! Where was his mom and dad?! He was scared and terrified and could to little more than just watch as the earth changed around him as familiar scents faded and he was lost in the blackness. Soon he was gone from anything familiar and instead out in the wild. A whole new world to him. A completely different land. Somewhere far away from everything that was and had been familiar.