[Naeco]

Friz of McArailia Wolf Pack.
Male pup of a year old.
Orphaned at age 7 months.
Adopted by Arailia, pack leader, at age 10 months.

Story: wip

All I remember of my mother was of when she was dead. My Papi, I think Leston was his name, put her on a ledge when she died. He kept her around until all the other pups died except me. Then, I remeber him saying to me, "You are the strongest. You will survive. I can't keep you, but I know who can." He had said something else after that that I do not remember. My memory of the younger days are fading fast. Papi sent me to another female wolf who had given birth but lost her pups. I remeber her clearly. Her name was Alana. She was pure black with a white-tipped tail, like me, and a dimaond on her forehead. Alana, or Nana, was an older she-wolf, so she knew very well of nature's laws. One of the laws that was taught to me over and over agian was that you kill or be killed.



** I will continue the story latter**

[RegalElk]

He's gorgeous!

[Naeco]

He's gorgeous!

Thanks. I am using him for a story. Do you want to help?