Left alone to die by his pack when food got scarce, Wolfgang was taken in by a group of coyotes who raised him, tended to him, and treated him like an equal. Once he reached young adulthood he grew fond of long, lonely walks. One cold and long night, he wandered too far, lost his way and scavenged in the woods for one whole moon before finding his way back to the others. But when he had returned, nearing to his coyote den, his blood ran cold. Crouched down in the bushes a yard away from his den he had not seen a single coyote, rather he saw the merciless, cold, dark, and peering eyes of a wolf who was gnawing at freshly cleaned bones.
He had sniffed the air, hoping for the familiar scent of his loved ones, but the smell was overcome with unfamiliar and foul scents. Fearing the worst which had seemed the most possible, he took off back into the dark woods alone once again and swore to never return.
Finally, after months of scavenging and hunting small helpless animals, going to sleep each night shivering and missing the warmth and comfort of the pack...any pack...he had met another lone wolf, Tumble Stone whom he began to care about fondly. After seeing her at the river every morning for a week, he approached her and the two became great friends. The two of them begun sleeping together - sharing warmth - soon hunting together - sharing prey - and now they are sharing a great pack. Wolfgang plans to have pups with her when the timing is right.
