They call me Shadow,though that is not my real name. I'm a wanderer, forever walking through forests and arctic tundras, searching for a purpose. Yet in my four year effort... I have repeatedly failed... This is where my story began...
It was a cold "December, 12, 20-12" I heard humans say. I was but a pup that year, a pack claimed my families entire being. That year held two wars in it, one for us wolves, and one for the humans. The human war was short-lived for the war, which held humans defenders and all other forces attackers, had an inevitable end... Our war though was between two packs: one the 'Red' wolves, who's pelt were crimson red and moral always higher than the moon itself, and the 'Black' wolves, who's pelts where as dark as a starless sky with thoughts always set headstrong and seeking triumph, challenge, and something I didn't quite understand... The 'Red' wolf pack, the victors, used strategy defeating the 'Black' wolf pack who sought alliance with a near 'White' wolf pack, which both small pack combined strength and power and fought head on with all the 'Red' pack had to offer... near casualties drew back the 'White' wolves but the 'Black' pack fought strong until no Black-wolf stood, but me, I had left to a safe haven in the nearby forest where one 'White' wolf pack member took care of me for the next month. He soon let me free, to the worlds fate of what would become of me, the world rejected my very being...but something, didn't. So I set off, facing the worlds worst, prevailing, for four years straight I traveled searching for something,someone,anything and anyone to,in hope, find a purpose. I have found one such place that is said to have a larger population of wolves than most... I am within a paw of Jasper Park, and hoping for any wolf here for any information on a Black, White, or for good measure a Red wolf in the area...
It was a cold "December, 12, 20-12" I heard humans say. I was but a pup that year, a pack claimed my families entire being. That year held two wars in it, one for us wolves, and one for the humans. The human war was short-lived for the war, which held humans defenders and all other forces attackers, had an inevitable end... Our war though was between two packs: one the 'Red' wolves, who's pelt were crimson red and moral always higher than the moon itself, and the 'Black' wolves, who's pelts where as dark as a starless sky with thoughts always set headstrong and seeking triumph, challenge, and something I didn't quite understand... The 'Red' wolf pack, the victors, used strategy defeating the 'Black' wolf pack who sought alliance with a near 'White' wolf pack, which both small pack combined strength and power and fought head on with all the 'Red' pack had to offer... near casualties drew back the 'White' wolves but the 'Black' pack fought strong until no Black-wolf stood, but me, I had left to a safe haven in the nearby forest where one 'White' wolf pack member took care of me for the next month. He soon let me free, to the worlds fate of what would become of me, the world rejected my very being...but something, didn't. So I set off, facing the worlds worst, prevailing, for four years straight I traveled searching for something,someone,anything and anyone to,in hope, find a purpose. I have found one such place that is said to have a larger population of wolves than most... I am within a paw of Jasper Park, and hoping for any wolf here for any information on a Black, White, or for good measure a Red wolf in the area...
Rouge shoting at the enemy aircraft
