• As he lays dying, a wolf weeps. He lost everything. His friends, children, and lover. They left him because he wasn't strong enough. Because even after all that he fought for, he was still thrown to the wind. To lay dying once again. As he lays there, he thinks of how he came to this point. His birth was hard, being in a litter of twelve wasn't easy on his mother. He got the least food, and barely survived. His brothers and sisters grew strong, while he was week. He grew with his siblings eating less than them. Because he had not the strength nor the courage to rise up. To take his place as a male and fight for food. He was left skinny while his siblings grew strong. When his pack merged with a defeated one, he was cast out. There were no more places for weaklings. He went his own way, searching for food and a den. To live alone is to have no responsibilities, but to live. He scraped a living off other animals kills. He slowly rose up as a predator. He learned how to climb trees and make simple traps. A skill his siblings told him was useless and was why he had always been weak. His mind was more than his body. When he thought he was ready he went back to his pack to earn his place. The pack accepted him back from what they saw of him, not of action. He was a huge wolf then. Taller and louder than any of his siblings were. A few weeks after his addition to the pack, a quarrel with a rival pack began. He was chosen as one to go into the fray. Upon seeing him some of the rival wolves became nervous. He was massive compared to some of them. They had more in numbers where as his pack had fewer but with more strength. Then they charged. So many of them there was, that he was split from his pack. He was bitten and clawed, but his hide was thick. He only suffered one fatal wound by the end, but it was enough. His pack members found him and decided to leave him. Once again, he was the weakling...