Vera

I never knew my parents.
My first memory is of being cold and wet. Heaving for breath some may think i struggled for some time but i'm not sure what i was struggling with. Perhaps my own life..
My next memory was of fear. A stranger just beyond the tree line. A stranger i would come to know as my savior. The stranger was not much older then I. Roma is his name, a young cub straying too far from the den. perhaps that's why they called him so for he liked to roam.

My savior only bared his teeth for a second, that's all it took for the scent of my blood to reach him then it was only softened eyes and pity. Roma came forth and dragged my wet and blood soaked body back into the tree line. Over terrain that liked to bite and poke and then his mother a strong wolf, harsh but kind is my third memory. I don't remember what she said. I believe i was to young for i simply blocked it out. But i do know there was a plea for my life from her mate. She was able to soothe him and so I was aloud to continue breathing and I was then a member of a pack.

My father, As i came to call him was a scout. A damn good one. Roma was his progeny and he would grow into one of the best. Me, I become lead wolf. Some may say a queen how this came to is quite a tale.... One for another time... Just know this... I will do anything for the pack... I have examples on the right kind of leadership and the wrong.