Kodiak's claws

She did not remember anything. Her mind was blank. The sounds of the enclave; puppies barking and squealing. Dripping water. The sound of another pair of wolves passing her by to look at the others they were more interested in. Yes, she had known all of them by heart now. Not much of her original pack remained in her mind, truthfully.

However, the sound of the two males returning was something new, and even newer was when they declared that she was their new daughter. One of her new fathers, a light gray wolf, scooped her up by her scruff as the other father, who she would come to know as the leader of this.. Swiftwater pack, paid the 17 silver cones she was worth.

The tundra was cold. Frigid. The pack, full of unhealthy-looking, yet excited creatures- wolves, looked eager to meet her. She was affectionately named 'Younglin', as the other pups were also called, and left to her own devices for the day. Hm. Perhaps this was.. An opportunity for her to begin anew.

Adolescence. She was donned 'Kodiak's claws', seemingly the naming tradition of this pack. She was the heir, in line after her father would pass. She sensed it was soon. He never said how old he was and never let it show, but she could tell he didn't have much time left on this earth. After going on an expedition with Sliding slug, she decided that she would move the pack to the rainforest. it was hot and secluded, unlike the Cold and open tundra. Yes, this could work.

However, she needed a second in command. None of the other pups she was reared beside had reached her height and stature yet, but she could wait. She'd keep an eye out for the ones showing the most promising results in training. She had a feeling that despite her young age she was much, much older than the other wolves here. Kodiak would not be an adolescent for long. And she had plenty of time to think.

Eventually, she decided upon the anxious Youngin two, finding him an interesting enough specimen that she couldn't help but follow him around. Perhaps if she diverted some of her own ambitions unto him, he would turn into something more than that.. scared little ball in the corner of the room.

Adulthood.

The claws of a Kodiak bear. An interesting name, but it proved to suit her. Berating packmates and acting with an iron paw, she strives to be the best leader once her father has passed. She wished the see the ground churn beneath her paws. To see the waters go stagnant and dead. She wasn't sure what a leader meant to anyone, but after her father's mate died she promised she would honor them both.

She was at her beloved father's side when he passed. They were conversing about the lunar events when he'd set his head down and.. he was gone. It took Kodiak a moment to realize and get over her initial grief, and although she insisted she was fine, her packmates couldn't help but notice that ever since then she'd been.. irritated.
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