I came from a land far beyond the green grass and bright sun... I came from a world of stars and spores, of moon and life.
Spore knew she wasn't a wolf in her first life. She still had dreams. Dreams of spore-filled lands, and creatures sprinkled in blue dust. She also knew that Caribou shared her past. Only, she fell in the battle.
She remembered going to the same, starry afterlife that the wolves her talk of, Starpack. The wolves of her world called it Shinepack, because the dots in the sky shined brighter than the sparkles on the ground. Once every four seasons, the worlds align and Spore could see her birthplace once more. She met many of her kind, which, to her dismay, do not recognize her.