Arae C

Lore:

The Beginning:

He looked into his father's eyes. There was something behind them that seemed to cloud his normally kind, light blue eyes.

"Asher", his father spoke, resting a paw on his sons back, "I'm sorry to do this to you"

"Do what?", Asher said; curious, yet afraid.

Sighing heavily, his father spoke again, his sorrow palpable and hung in the air.

"You have to leave"

"What?", Asher said, nearly panicking, "Why? You've never said anything about this before!"

"Please, just go"

"NO! I'm not leaving you or mom or any of my brothers and sisters! You can't make me!"

"Then maybe this will"

Nearly as quick as a flash of lightning, the older male snaps at Asher, jaws gnashing at his scruff. Despite Asher being at the prime of his life, his father easily lifts him and flings him towards the entrance of the pack's cave.

"Leave, and never come back", his father, no, this stranger, growled.

Asher runs. He runs as far as his legs could take him with tears running down and his tail tucked between his legs. He didn't want to think, so he focused on the pain. Which one? No one knows, and possibly not even him.

At night, he trips on a root. He's cold, exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and hurt. He's helpless. Despite this, he notices a figure among the trees, and a faint scent to go along with it. He whimpered, scared that the stranger will hurt him, but he can't do anything but watch as the figure comes closer and closer. And then...

The stranger drops something in front of him and curls up next to him, giving him warmth. He gathers enough strength to eat the squirrel carcass and sleeps. The last thing he thought was how the stars seemed to shine brighter than the ones at home.