His mothers name was Hilda. Mykhailo chased her out when he was an adolescent, too small to do anything about it.
She was a wonderful herbalist, he was sure of it, but Mykhailo insisted she was lazy, prone to wandering away and not bringing herbs back— prone to wandering away and bringing back her son so covered in moss it changed him.
Pavlin couldn't stay in alp ridge for long, although it was his home— while his sister Voss spent her time hunting he spent his time bringing back supplies, wandering, spending time with cute girls in other packs.
He avoided Mykhailo and his Wife Danica, he rolled his eyes when there pack leader was told new recruits that they had left from a tyrannical place— that they had come to form a new pack where life could be peaceful.
Pavlin watched as other founders of the pack left there leaders, watched as Mykhailos own sons and daughters ran away on a hunt, watched as his home got smaller and smaller.
But he grew up with his packmates and they were his friends, so he waited, often times getting in arguments with the aging leader one day someone knew would lead, but until then he would traveled
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