You are the runt of a litter of eight pups. Since you're the runt, you're the smallest. All your siblings push you out of the way during feeding times. Your father is the alpha of the pack, however the pups don't know that. Normally he doesn't have relationships with his pups, as no male wolves normally do, but he can't help but take pity on you.

Your mother didn't really care about you. Her attention was on her other seven pups, the stronger ones.

Your mother, Morana, laid on a rock with other mother wolves. All your siblings and some other pups were wrestling on the rocks. They were all three moths old and very playful. Your tail wagged as you watched them all wrestle.

The alpha laid up on the highest rock, looking over the female wolves and pups as all the other male wolves were out hunting.