They call me Shadow,though that is not my real name. I'm a wanderer, forever walking through forests and arctic tundras, searching for a purpose. Yet in my four tahun effort... I have repeatedly failed... This is where my story began...
It was a cold "December, 12, 20-12" I heard humans say. I was but a pup that year, a pack claimed my families entire being. That tahun held two wars in it, one for us wolves, and one for the humans. The human war was short-lived for the war, which held humans defenders and all other forces attackers, had an inevitable end... Our war though was between two packs: one the 'Red' wolves, who's pelt were crimson red and moral always higher than the moon itself, and the 'Black' wolves, who's pelts where as dark as a starless sky with thoughts always set headstrong and seeking triumph, challenge, and something I didn't quite understand... The 'Red' serigala pack, the victors, used strategy defeating the 'Black' serigala pack who sought alliance with a near 'White' serigala pack, which both small pack combined strength and power and fought head on with all the 'Red' pack had to offer... near casualties drew back the 'White' serigala but the 'Black' pack fought strong until no Black-wolf stood, but me, I had left to a aman, brankas haven in the nearby forest where one 'White' serigala pack member took care of me for the selanjutnya month. He soon let me free, to the worlds fate of what would become of me, the world rejected my very being...but something, didn't. So I set off, facing the worlds worst, prevailing, for four years straight I traveled searching for something,someone,anything and anyone to,in hope, find a purpose. I have found one such place that is berkata to have a larger population of serigala than most... I am within a paw of Jasper Park, and hoping for any serigala here for any information on a Black, White, atau for good measure a Red serigala in the area...
It was a cold "December, 12, 20-12" I heard humans say. I was but a pup that year, a pack claimed my families entire being. That tahun held two wars in it, one for us wolves, and one for the humans. The human war was short-lived for the war, which held humans defenders and all other forces attackers, had an inevitable end... Our war though was between two packs: one the 'Red' wolves, who's pelt were crimson red and moral always higher than the moon itself, and the 'Black' wolves, who's pelts where as dark as a starless sky with thoughts always set headstrong and seeking triumph, challenge, and something I didn't quite understand... The 'Red' serigala pack, the victors, used strategy defeating the 'Black' serigala pack who sought alliance with a near 'White' serigala pack, which both small pack combined strength and power and fought head on with all the 'Red' pack had to offer... near casualties drew back the 'White' serigala but the 'Black' pack fought strong until no Black-wolf stood, but me, I had left to a aman, brankas haven in the nearby forest where one 'White' serigala pack member took care of me for the selanjutnya month. He soon let me free, to the worlds fate of what would become of me, the world rejected my very being...but something, didn't. So I set off, facing the worlds worst, prevailing, for four years straight I traveled searching for something,someone,anything and anyone to,in hope, find a purpose. I have found one such place that is berkata to have a larger population of serigala than most... I am within a paw of Jasper Park, and hoping for any serigala here for any information on a Black, White, atau for good measure a Red serigala in the area...
