Born in the depth of the boreal forest, Twig was orphaned soon after birth. His mother had hunted a caribou calf nearby but was killed by the calf's mother.
He was taken in by the Caribou whose calf had succumbed to his mother. She pitied him, saw the potential in him. She taught him the ways of her large herd, and most importantly, the value of proper communication. Twig was very well liked in the herd, he even became a protector of sorts against his own kind. However, on the inside he was constantly at war with himself, trying to suppress his predator instincts.
One day, he failed to protect one of the herd's calves and watched as a wolf pack killed it. "What a waste of potential" the
lead wolf had scoffed. "Yeah what's the matter pretty boy, don't you want a taste?" The lead's
subordinate had taunted.
He snarled and threatened them, but it was a mask. Truth is, he
did want a piece.
Later that night, he said his goodbyes to his adoptive mother and his herd. He had told them he was repulsed by what he had seen earlier in the day and couldn't bear to live with what he was. That he needed to find some peace within himself. This was only a half truth he knew, but he couldn't bear to tell them the real truth.
He traveled south, but very quickly found out he had absolutely zero hunting abilities. He desperately tried to find a pack that would take him in before he starved to death. The first pack he stumbled across just so happened to be the NightWhisper pack, the same pack that had killed his calf a few weeks prior.
They welcomed him and made him their stud, meaning he wanted for nothing. He never had to learn to hunt, but he wanted to. He asked
Abyss Walker if he could join the Moon Stalkers. She replied that while it was very untraditional she would be happy to have him aboard.
Twig spends his days chatting with his Nobility, looking after his numerous pups, and hunting with the Moon Stalkers.
Hunter 
Hunter