Biography
All that Falcon's Wings could register was the laughter. That and pain. The pain seemed to come from everywhere, from the tips of his claws (he assumed they must be split, that was the only explanation) to his head (which hurt so badly, he could not move it or anything else.) His eyes were glued shut, and he found he could not open them. He had tried, but they simply would not open. It occurred to him, the laughter had stopped, instead there was snaps and barks and growls. "This is bad." He thought, "They are debating what to do with me. Whatever I have done, it was probably bad." Falcon's Wings found he could not remember his own name, nor what had happened or why we was laying on a bed of leaves. Especially when he recalled his home was in a mountain, devoid of any plant life.
"Hey." A voice called, one he didn't recognize. "Hey are you okay?" Falcon's Wings attempted to open his eyes, but they were still shut. A heavy sigh sounded from somewhere to his left, and suddenly we felt a wet sensation on his face. Somebody was licking his eyes, like he was a pup just before opening his eyes. Finally, with a dry cracking sound, Falcon's eyes popped open. The first thing he saw was the muzzle of a wolf. It was a she, Falcon's Wings deduced. Her pelt was golden brown, and she had black streaks all down her body. She also had a natural black stain on her chin and around her nose, but it was covered in blood. Other than that, she was gorgeous. "What happened?" Falcon's Wings choked out. The lovely wolf gave a bitter smile and spoke. "You were attacked by a rouge wolf on our territory. I took care of it and brought you back here." He was once again aware of pain in his sides and back. In his legs. "Where is here?" He asked lowly, eyes blinking slowly. "You're in Dancing Shadows territory. And here you shall stay. You owe me your life."
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