C O S I M I A
Smiling, Cosimia explained.
"Lapushka is Russian for darling. It's what my foster mother called me. I was kicked out of my pack for being the runt of the litter, and met a beautiful black she-wolf named Ylfa. She cared for me, until she was shot by hunters. I was outraged, and swore on my life never to trust a human again. Like you, none of the packs wanted me. They attacked me, spat at me, called me names and scarred me for life," Cosimia held up his front left paw, showing a huge, ugly scar across the bottom of his paw.
"I soon realised I wasn't going to get in a pack very soon, and food was running out. I doubted I would be able to survive the upcoming Winter alone, and decided to do something about it."Cosimia paused, checking Echo was still following his story.
"I decided to train. I spent the whole of the Autumn getting my strength and speed up. In the Winter, I went out searching for packs to fight my way into. The first pack beat me up, so I trained some more before I found the pack I am in now. I fought their previous alpha, and remained victorious."He smiled with pride, but the smile faded as he remembered the fight.
"I got a nasty scar from that battle. Being part of a family is worth it though." Cosimia nosed his back, where a marrow-chilling gash drilled across it. It still hurt sometimes, but Cosimia did not say that.
"Thats my story," finished Cosimia.
"Don't try it on me though!" He laughed, and a kindness shone in his eyes.
"Sorry for rambling. What is it like for you?"