Normally, the lone wolf on the outskirts of the clan would stay far away from the place he was cast from. That day wasn't any special occasion, but lost in thought, he had strayed far away from his original path, bringing him much closer to his brethren than he liked. The white spiral on his paw gave him away, branded him as accursed, made him the target of the superstitious wolves of the Golden Paw Mountain.
His own brethren turned on him and tried to drive him out. Only thanks to sheer luck did he make it out alive, but at the cost of the salient scar on his chest, and the hatred of not one wolf clan, but two.
Dawn broke through the ridge and through the trees, burning away the mist that had collected during the night. Although still wet,
His own brethren turned on him and tried to drive him out. Only thanks to sheer luck did he make it out alive, but at the cost of the salient scar on his chest, and the hatred of not one wolf clan, but two.
Dawn broke through the ridge and through the trees, burning away the mist that had collected during the night. Although still wet,