Biography
My old pack was a darkseeker pack, just like this one. Except it wasn't just like this one. They didn't understand that their allegiance meant picking fights with lightbringers and neutrals. We fought inside the pack. Every few months, a wolf died from their wounds. We all had roles in my old pack. We were assigned the roles, never allowed to choose our own futures. There were hunters, battlers, and many more.
I had a talent for healing. Every time I ventured into the forest, I would find a bounty of herbs that could heal a cut paw or an infected wound any day, and I knew exactly how to apply them. Healing was what I was meant to do. But healing was not a part of my pack. We recovered on our own or died. I secretly helped my packmates, but was severely punished when I was found doing something that wasn't my assigned role. Like healing wolves.
My assigned role was to have pups. Many, many pups. They all eventually became battlers or hunters, and most of them died young. I guess my role is what I have to thank for surviving this long, except I'm not going to thank it for anything, because it was horrible.
I did have a mate, and we would have had pups whether it was my duty or not. But to be forced to, to be allowed to do nothing besides sit in a den and wait, to watch them as I sat in my den, watching them grow up strong and throw their lives into nothingness for my pack. That was the torture.
So one day, I left. It was just after another litter of pups had been put into intense training, and one had been severely injured. I did all I could to heal the little she-wolf, and wasn't sure how it would turn out. I didn't want to see another one of my pups die, so I left.
It was surprisingly easy, and once I had escaped, I wondered why I hadn't done it before after my eleven years of life. I didn't know where to go, so I slipped along forest not inhabited by packs, picking up rabbits and squirrel, even the occasional turkey if I was lucky. Until another loner passed me by and saw that I was lost.
"You know, you look like you belong in a pack," he said. It's so odd, loners just have a natural way of telling whether you're a born loner or not. So I nodded tentatively. "There's a pack a little ways east that needs some hunters. I heard they also want to train some sort of medicine wolf, to help heal their injured wolves."
Before the loner had finished his sentence, I was bounding east with a tiny squeak of "Thank you!" It took me less than a day to arrive to the eastern pack, this one. We can do whatever we want, though there are some lenient rules. Everyone loves each other and I get to heal injured wolves. Life is happier here. I have found a true home.
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