His name is Oak. He is on the cliff because his mate, Dream, fell off it and died, and he is remembering her. Poor Cedar is getting ignored, so he left and found Crescent River.
I remember it clearly, as if it was yesterday. It could've been. I've lost track of time. One things certain..She won't be back.
"No! NO! Don't head toward the cliff!" I yelled after Dream, who was carrying Paint by the scruff. She was being chased by wolves. I cursed and scrambled after her. I broke through the undergrowth that bordered the top of the cliff just in time to see one of the wolves push her off. She yowled and howled, I even heard her bones crunch as she landed. She had dragged Paint with her by accident and now they were both dead. I drove the wolves away, but I have never left this place. I can still hear her screams.
Not very happy with the story ^. The plot was good, but that just sounds awful, both wording and story-wise.

