Scarred Rain

It was a rainy, dreadful day. Usual pack proceedings went on slowly, conversation was hushed.
Until the alarm call of Sorrow rang out. Everyone rushed to the edge of the wood, mothers sheltering pups into hidden, safe places, and a dozen pairs of eyes watched as a pure white being stumbled from the wood.
Be blinked up at them, his eyes half closed with exhaustion, before his legs buckled and he collapsed into the mud.

When he awoke, he was in a warm cave, and there were three other wolves circled around him. One, whom was decorated in all sorts of flora and had... wait, horns? Whatever was in the burning salve she was smearing on him must be making him see things. He shifted under her watchful eyes and she snapped a glare at him. The other two in the small space were deep in a heated conversation. He cleared his throat before he asked "Excuse me? Where am I?" And he truly had no clue how he had gotten here. He remembered only eyes and his paws slipping ans sliding in the mud... and the pain. The smaller wolf, the one with the kind eyes, gave him a soft smile.
"You are safe within the pack of the Guiding Winds, young pup. My name is Meeka, and I am the leader of this pack. Now, who might you be?" The larger, oddly glowing wolf behind her seems apprehensive, and under the glare of both her and the horned one he shrank back. His old name didn't seem to fit anymore. He was not the same as he had been. So, he picked a new one, obe more fitting to his new life.
"I am Scarred Rain."