Hello, I am Leafpelt. Now you probably heard that I got a mate and a daughter in the Sierra Travelers. Well, you are correct of that. Miles aka Wolfpelt, my mate was a former South Sider, but came over to the other side when we met one fateful day and ever since. I was digging for metal so I can scrap and make money out of it. Anyway, it was one of the usual trash piles in these abandoned backyards with rusted fences or broken gates that I could get in. Yes, technically, I was a trash thief, but hey, no people ever own the trash anyway.

Anyway, I had found a lucky tv, you know, the clunky ones with the knobs on the side. For some reason, these kind of tvs have a metal disk which was big. I was putting the tv in my trusty bike cart, and beginning to pull it when I heard a siren nearby. I ignored it, figuring that it was a simple robbery somewhere else, focusing on my bike when it happened.

Miles was running furiously, looking behind himself to see if any police was chasing him. No one was not, but he continued looking back, not knowing that I was in the way. He came too late, crashing partly into the bike, with most of him colliding with my body. I landed all right upon some sparse grass, grateful that my ratty helmet protected my head, but I was furious that someone dared to interrupt my job. I wobbily got up and saw that my bike was all right, through the spoke came free of my cart.

I saw him laying on the ground some feet from me, his back on the ground, but I immediately became concerned when I saw his knee bleeding, and he was unconscious.

I came closer, able to have a good look at him, and pulled back when I saw the trademark necklace. The South Siders usually wear a dyed black thread with a silver double hook holding their treasures. Miles had a wolf fang hanging from his necklace. I heard the siren again, and I looked between my cart and him, and sighed, grumbling.

I took the tv out, put in a secret spot where I would find it later, and put Miles in, tying his hands and legs with some stray rope, gratefully remaining unconscious. I rode my bike, pulling the cart through back alleys, narrow paths through abandoned warehouses, relieved that the day was coming to dusk, which meant less people to see this sight. Across from my home park, I got a garage for myself in my scrapping business, often staying overnight on a big project here and there, and luckily, I have a way to head underground to the HQ tunnels if I have a emergency or whatever.

I walked in the garage, closing the door after me with a button. I hummed under my breath as the lights came on. I have two halves of the garage, one side for all the scrap projects, and the other side contains my cot and small refrigerator. I grudgingly laid Miles upon the cot, still tied and out as well. I checked his knee, swore as I saw that it was a very nasty cut.

Luckily, I had stored a kit of first aid stuff nearby, and with expert hands, I cleaned up the cut, hearing grunts and groans from Miles, and seeing that he was luckily still asleep, I took to bandage it swiftly and neatly. Satisfied with my work, I then called Sunrise on my totem necklace. It's made of a strong double twisted silken material that could never break, and hanging upon it was three creations I worked so hard on; a metal rose, the dainty wrinkles showing in detail; a polished leaf, from a very old oak tree in Central Park; and a tiny book with a page peeking, with the radio remarkably fit in the rose.

I told Sunrise that I planned to work on a very big project I found, and she was fine with it, just asking me to be there in the morning for breakfast otherwise she'll check on me. I told her that I will, then ended the call. Some minutes, Miles woke up, and soon enough, he was flabbergasted with the many questions I asked, and I think he began to fall in love that moment when he realized that I helped him.

We quickly became friends, and with a seat, he helped me with projects that night and ever since through I made sure to return to HQ all the time, not to make Sunrise and the others suspicious, and quickly, after he got better, he decided to stay with me, and so, we became mates after confessing our feelings one day. Sunrise and the clan, of course, found out, and welcomed Miles to the clan, and within around a year, he became a warrior, and we welcomed our daughter soon after.

Now, some years passed, and Sunrise was delighted to tell me that I and the family can start our adventure in another world, and that began upon our daughter's birthday..