Rob, endearingly nicknamed “Robbie” by his packmates, is a wolf that hails from lands far from the one he dwells in currently; growing up in forests of “gold”, as he calls them, he was born to a young she-wolf named Nell and a rouge male. His life as a pup was rather unremarkable. His mother was inexperienced and unconcerned with him, apt to leave him alone with his pupsitter for days without saying much at all. In fact, she was unable to even nurse him, so instead he grew a closer bond with his grandmother, who nursed him instead.
When he reached his adolescence he decided that it was the right time to leave his pack. While it was not expected of him, as he had grown to be known as a valuable and charming asset, he felt it was right deep in his marrow. After all, he did not long for a family of his own, not truly, and enjoyed the feeling of independence. Of walking forward and never backwards, making a new name and life for himself set aside from the sour one he had to swallow so young.
For many, many moons he would wander, learning new things and meeting new faces. Until, eventually, he came across a rather odd couple: Spice and Pumpkin they called themselves, heavily pregnant and expecting. To Spice’s surprise, him and Robbie hit it off well. They shared amusing banter and found much in common, trading stories about their former packs as they hunted and explored the mountains together.
As more wolves joined, the more friends Robbie has gained. He has grown to love this little family of his. They were not blood, of course, but did that really matter? He no longer thinks it does. Even despite their many differences, he could envision no other pack to be apart of.