It had been an abnormally hot day in the dead of summer when the pack's herbalist, Renate, had given birth to a litter of four. It had been her first set of pups with the malicious alpha and she hoped at least one of them would be able to remain within the pack. Isaak's dark presence didn't go unnoticed as he padded towards where she had been staying, his head low as he peered into the darker den. "How many?" He demanded to know in a low voice. "Four...Two males, two females." The onyx mother replied politely as she watched them climb over one another. The larger male moved silently inside the den and a set of harsh hazel eyes peered down at each little figure, taking in each one's appearance carefully. Only one pup from the litter seemed to catch his attention and he lowered his muzzle to the pup, taking a closer inspection. "This one can stay." His words were short and stern as he turned and quickly left the den without hesitation.
The pup was soon named Emmerich and as he grew he would soon be known to others as the only worthy son of Isaak. The young pup didn't play nearly as much as his siblings, though if he saw an opportunity to play a trick on one, he couldn't resist. The ebony-coated male was very quiet as he grew and didn't cause many problems, although he had seemed to form a habit of creeping around the territory while the other pack members slept soundly in the night. Despite some of the concerns, Isaak wasn't bothered with the fact that Emmerich explored in the dead of night. "If he's strong he'll take care of himself." The alpha growled lowly as he lounged on his side, glaring at the female who had come to complain about the actions of the pup. Sascha was slightly surprised at the Alpha's leniency but remained silent on the matter to avoid putting Isaak in more of an aggressive mood.
Once he had reached adulthood, Emmerich was to be given a role within the pack by his father, who thankfully had something in mind. "I'm putting you in a hunting group with Jurgen and Ilse. You're the Stalker." The dark pecan male spoke in a strict voice as he walked, his hazel eyes glancing at the younger figure beside him. At first, Emmerich didn't find the idea of being in a hunting party pleasing, but he would soon learn why his father had chosen him for the role. Not only was he able to easily pick up scents, but his movements were near-silent as he stalked the prey, leading the hunting party to success nearly every time.
Background: Ancient Swamp Tree
