Where did Cori come from? Wasn't that the question. More than a few wolves had asked him that now, and even more than that had avoided him likely for that reason. He guesses that lone wolves weren't so popular, or he'd just run into some cranky folk. Either way, the answer remained the same, he wasn't sure where he was from. He was a wanderer. His mum was a wanderer. She had only stayed in one place long enough to give birth to he and his siblings and wait until they could move before starting off again, with them in tow. He was the runt of the litter, the rest of his siblings must have taken after his pop, since his mom wasn't too big either. Eventually he wandered off too.

It maybe wasn't his wisest choice.

Another story for another time! It was a sad tale, and Cori wasn't about being sad. He liked to smile, laugh, bounce around and have a good time. The time for sadness was not now, not ever! Well, if he had it his way, at least. He'd even admit.. that sometimes, when he saw someone who was sad, he avoided them so that he didn't get dragged down by their sadness... Oh, he was a bad wolf, a bad bad wolf.

But at least Panik didn't seem like a sad wolf. "Cori, nice to meet you!" The sand colored wolf yawns and stretches his back out, before finally rising up to sit on his haunches. He felt rude, lying down in front of the lady. "I did! Probably. I've been walking for quite a time.. Who knows how far I've come?" It was a fair point, and with his sense of direction, it was just as likely that he had been moving in a circle the past years. Never really getting anywhere, never really seeing anything new. Oh, the life of a forgetful creature. "Where are you from? Somewhere fun? Here?"