Apple

He/her pronouns
A winged outcast from his pack, Apple was often alone. His mother had bred with a winged pack and he was the only one of his litter to express this. As a pup his wings were a painful reminder that he didn't fit in. He tired to fit in, but when he's not using them to his advantage, the wings quickly became a burden. He became sensitive about the topic, fighting with others who challenged his normalcy. Adulthood quickly approaching he was forced out of his pack. No longer willing to put up with him and not wanting his genes to prevail within the pack. Apple spent the days wandering the dream lands. Every strange thing he encountered distracted him from his own oddities. His trips to the dream lands gave him hope, maybe he'd fit into that world. Alas he always awoke by daybreak. One night as he was preparing to visit again, a shimmering she wolf crossed his path, but he wasn't in the dream lands. "Who are you?" She was so different, her coat glowed in the moonlight, a dark but shiny color. She merely smiled at him, he instinctively tried to flatten his wings against his body, hoping they weren't too visible in the moonlight.