* Ｓｅｃｒｅｅｌ*

Much like the leaders of the group, Red Rave and Sinful, he wasn't loved the way others were. Cast out for being different, shamed for being all black. He owned a mutation, melanism, and nobody knew. Assuming he was just born all black as a curse on their pack.

"It's a curse!"

The wolves would scream, keeping their distance. So much so that often times he would have to sleep somewhere else outside the pack, in a hole with no warmth from anyone but himself. Cold, shivering, and alone.

That is until Secreel decides he's had enough, he runs away at midnight on the full moon, howling his last goodbyes while everybody was asleep before darting into the forest. He had made it males away from his old home until he ran into another wolf, his muzzle pulling back in a snarl, trying to look intimidating despite being clearly younger and smaller.

"You must be the prophecy everybody has been talking about. Secreel, correct?" The strange wolf asked, half her face covered in a dark black, black splotches covering her fur. There was something different about her, warm and welcoming.

"How do you know my name?" Secreel questioned, the snarl replaced by a look of curiosity and... fear?

It didnt take long before the two of them warmed up to each other, Sinful was the split wolf's name, and she led Secreel into the pack, and there he met his new family. His new home. They all accepted him, and a lot of them had dreadful pasts or were outcasts just like him.