NM: Dawn
Sitting upon a pile of rocks, a skinny grey wolf is surrounded by a group of pups eagerly begging for stories. She simply hushes them and waits patiently for the exciting whimpers to settle. "Now then" she begins and settles into the sunned stones.
"When I was your age I didn't have the luxury of listening to stories, where I was from we didn't have packs like this. We live in small families, it's hard to feed big groups in the desert after all"
The pups look at each other unsure of where the wolf is taking the story.
"I was raised with no littermates, I had older siblings but they also had no littermates. It's a custom in the desert to choose one pup from each litter to survive, to give them the best odds at survival that is"
She glances down at her coat almost looking to choose her words. She merely shakes her head regrounding herself in the moment to look at the pups.
"I had a coat most similar to that of the dunes making me easier to hide than my littermates. I can only thank the fates for my fortune I suppose. Unfortunately, my fate was better than that of my family"
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