Roona

I can't remember the face or smell of my real parents, and I doubt they would even bother to remember mine. I was only a pup when my parents left me to the bear at the tree. I was so confused at the start, not knowing where my family, my pack, had gone. The tree bear was very kind and would feed me whenever I was hungry, and I was never lacking for a friend to play with as there where dozens of other pups like me who had been cast out from their pack as if they didn't matter. It always hurt to see new pups come, but the tree was probably the safest place for them if they came from a pack willing to just throw them away for a few silver cones. I saw many pups come and go as I was there, some where my friends and others I didn't even get to know. I didn't understand at the start why two wolves would come and scour through us but I understood pretty soon. Some would just look and leave while others would pay the bear and take one of us cubs home even if we had to leave of siblings or friends behind. I don't remember if I had any siblings with me at the tree, it's been too long to remember, but I do remember the day that my new mother and father adopted me. I was playing around with some of the other pups when they arrived. I don't know why they chose me, maybe it was because of my unique patterns or the strange color or my pelt but I'm glad they did.