”Boy, fear isn’t something you’re allowed to have!” His father’s voice resonated around him like a beacon of death calling for him to challenge it one more time. He was six months old, he didn’t want to jump from the high cliff. No matter if it really wasn’t high, to him it looked as though there was a valley below him and he was going to fall to his death. His father stood below him telling him that jumping was his only option to live. Behind him was his two sisters, the two that made it through the first few stages of pup-hood. ”Either you jump, or I’m going to make you punish your sisters instead of me punishing them.” His father’s next order sent him over the small ledge, yelping and whimpering on the way down. His father caught him by the throat just before he slammed against the ground. He yelped as his father continued to close his jaws around his only son’s throat, threatening to take the little life he had from him. Though he continued to whimper until he felt something snap inside of him, all noises from him ceased to exist from that moment on. He would try and try to whimper again for minutes, but all that happened was blood dripping from his mouth. His father smirked and laughed at his son. ”That will teach you to act like a little bitch from now on won’t it?” All Razboinic could do was whimper in pain and tucking his little tail standing beside his father and watching his sisters jump the same way he did.

Razboinic shot up in fear from the nightmare he had just, his chest heaving as panic rose in him. He stood, his dark charcoal coated fur looked like a dark shadow monster standing in the heavy fog of these dark mountains. Putina and Printesa were off doing who knows what, giving Raz a chance to be himself. Not that leaving the emo bound wolf by himself was a good thing. It was actually very bad, especially when times like now he just wanted to be comforted. His panic continuing to build in him. His father was going to find them, he was going to hurt them, he was going to hurt Raz for taking his sisters, he would kill him. The amber eyed wolf bolted at the thoughts, running up the mountain, climbing higher to get away from the figment of his imagination. He wanted to break his mind of the terrors he was riddled with. He wanted some peace, but maybe peace only came with death. That was the last thing he thought before losing his footing and slipped over the edge of a cliff, falling and bouncing off a few rocks, falling unconscious with a bleeding head wound on the cold foggy ground below.