At the ripe young age of birth, the Holmes knew their son was a special little gift. He never screamed, he never kept them up, but they would never go so far as to describe him as a happy baby boy. Instead Sherlock was always watching people around him, or examining his environment when he was being walked or driven in a car. He later developed a deep fondness for his brother Mycroft to his parents confusion. He seemed to become bored with everyone in a room within 5 minutes and then would constantly look for Mycroft if he was not in his line of sight. If he could not find his brother he would develop a deep scowl on his face and refuse to eat for hours. His mother became so desperate to keep this from continuing that she withdrew Mycroft from his school and had him home schooled. It worked in Sherlocks favor but Mycroft became slowly resentful that he had to leave his friends so he could help take care of his baby brother. Mycroft did understand to a degree because his family where long decedents of wolf spirits, and Sherlock was clearly following suit being a clingy baby pup. The only alarming sign of this was the fact that Sherlock was not bonding to his father that was the head of the house, but to Mycroft. Their father was not the alpha of the clan they where in, but he did hold substantial power.
As Sherlock became older it became increasingly evident that he was a very gifted child and needed constant supervision. The only problem with the constant supervision was the fact he constantly escaped his supervisor. When he was 5, his parents had to search for him for 3 hours before they finally resorted to asking Mycroft to call for him. Not a minute after his name was called Sherlock appeared behind them with a smile directed to Mycroft as if asking for approval. Mycroft sneered at him and stormed off to continue his studies, leaving Sherlock hurt by his blatant dismissal. Sherlock slowly picked himself back up and tried again, after all people could describe him with many words, but amenable would never grace that list. To Mycroft's displeasure, Sherlock began to shadow his brother, following him like he was some prey to be hunted. Every time his plans were ruined when Mycroft slipped away after disappearing behind a corner, or seemingly vanish after entering a vacant room of their house. It infuriated him to no end that he could never win against his brother even though it was his 'stalking' game that he invented! One day he started his game once more but he could not find Mycroft anywhere. His parents couldn't even help saying he had been gone since after breakfast. As the setting sun began to paint it's brilliant art across the sky, Mycroft had appeared to sit alongside Sherlock with a triumphant smirk on his face. After that day he was taken in under his brother's wing to properly learn to become a wolf clan member.
Mycroft taught him, what he would latter call the art of deduction, was a simple break down of the ability to conclude how a person spent their days by observing when others simple saw. Mycroft had decided to test his precious pup of a brother by sending in a maid he deducted within 62 seconds of this new game he was creating. Sherlock knew as soon as she walked in with a plastered smile that she was already humiliated by his dear brother so he spared her. Simple noted the nose surgery had minimal scaring, her right foot slanted lightly to the right to indicate a dislocation that was not medical treated, and the scar the started above the right eye and disappeared underneath her attempt of a distracting hair line. She walked with a favor to her left leg, lowered to the table with her left leg, and ate with her left hand even though she clearly favored her right and tradition even lectured the right. Clear indications she was a mistress under another clan or was abused in her own. Sherlock was marked as a fellow wolf at the mere age of 9, so at 12 he should have had knowledge of any transgressions against a fellow wolf. 197 seconds after she sat down he should have been throwing his food at Mycroft instead of giving it to her.
As years passed the clan soon toke notice of the brothers, their ability to work as one and solve problems faster and more efficient then any of the upper hierarchy. They had approached them and offered the two positions within the wolf clan hierarchy, skipping years ahead of their piers. This played in favor to Mycroft's future plans but Sherlock was livid. He had no desire to become the head of a house or region, let alone the possibility to become alpha of the clans territory. Mycroft had taught him to study his environment, to gather all evidence, to be patient, to circle his prey, and lure them out. Identify his prey before they had the chance to call themselves the predictor. Simply hunt as they were raised to do, but Myroft had left him to become the alpha of the whole system. He declined the job and later became the only consulting detective in the world. He was in fact the only wolf that declined a high status position to remain in lower London even though he had the money. He couldn't argue completely against his brothers decision to control the whole of Britain's colonies and later influence the rest of the world's. Mycroft was a wolf and could predict any advance tactics of one clan on another, and even if it was a slow inside job it would soon turn Mycroft's head. This is what had Sherlock showing up at 7 o'clock in the morning at the Barts morgue on a sleep in day after solving another case but his dear brother did come a howling so off to work for the Mycroft government.