Modric, "An answered prayer"
A pup from the first litter the pack held, now a whispered memory. Goodbye, sweet prince.
"While patrolling your territory borders in the night, you heard an ominous growl. The source of the growl revealed a terrible sight. A wolf from a nearby rival pack was holding a pup's corpse in its mouth. After a series of alerting growls and barks, the wolf stalked away hidden in shadows, leaving the pup's body behind. Upon investigation, you realize the corpse belonged to the young Modric, now cold and lifeless. What a horror."
