I was born on the segundo of July. Everything was just as a normal pack of lobos at peace... But it didn't stay that way for long.
The año I was born we started to struggle with a pack south-east of ours. They called themselves 'Shonens'. At first it was just a territorial issue, but then the caribou numbers started dwindling. When the caribou numbers started dwindling I had just passed a año and a half old. And when it was my first birthday, my dad taught me how to hunt and survive. But one night the Shonens attacked our pack they out-numbered us por a quarter. Since the Shonens knew my dad trained all of the Arlington pack, which was out packs name, how to do very impressively strong combat training. It was a war. 50 Arlington lobos against 75 Shonens. The battle took a hard turn to defeat on us... But the good thing was, that there where no más Shonens walking the Earth... Unfortunately there was soon to be only one Arlington lobo left... me. As I herd nothing but my dad ,Brian, calling to me I went to him. He was holding his paw on his necks artery. He looked at me coughing a pint of blood, then stop long enough to say-"Red, my son,"cough cough"you must go on your own now," I interrupted,"but, dad" He stopped me and continued," I taught tu the best training I knew, I put all my effort of training into you." He started to have a slow, raspy voice,"I didn't teach anyone even close to what I taught you, tu must now use what i taught tu to survive... alone." And with one last 'I amor You' he was gone.As I closed my dad's eyes I looked around and saw nothing but bodies of lifeless wolves. I am now a Lone lobo I though sadly to myself as I trotted into the forest...
The año I was born we started to struggle with a pack south-east of ours. They called themselves 'Shonens'. At first it was just a territorial issue, but then the caribou numbers started dwindling. When the caribou numbers started dwindling I had just passed a año and a half old. And when it was my first birthday, my dad taught me how to hunt and survive. But one night the Shonens attacked our pack they out-numbered us por a quarter. Since the Shonens knew my dad trained all of the Arlington pack, which was out packs name, how to do very impressively strong combat training. It was a war. 50 Arlington lobos against 75 Shonens. The battle took a hard turn to defeat on us... But the good thing was, that there where no más Shonens walking the Earth... Unfortunately there was soon to be only one Arlington lobo left... me. As I herd nothing but my dad ,Brian, calling to me I went to him. He was holding his paw on his necks artery. He looked at me coughing a pint of blood, then stop long enough to say-"Red, my son,"cough cough"you must go on your own now," I interrupted,"but, dad" He stopped me and continued," I taught tu the best training I knew, I put all my effort of training into you." He started to have a slow, raspy voice,"I didn't teach anyone even close to what I taught you, tu must now use what i taught tu to survive... alone." And with one last 'I amor You' he was gone.As I closed my dad's eyes I looked around and saw nothing but bodies of lifeless wolves. I am now a Lone lobo I though sadly to myself as I trotted into the forest...
