Picture this: You are minding your own business, moving, twitching, eating from a tub, and having not a care in the world. Sleeping day in and day out in a water haven, not even knowing where you really were; you don't really care where you were, to be honest. It was a much, relaxing life, living in a womb.

I can't remember it, nor do I want to. My eyes were shut, along with my ears and noise, that much I know and I never really left my brother's side, I was later told by my mum, surprisingly.

She would move a lot, and some weird object always hit our safe womb. Turns out she was mating with another wolf. How typical of my mother. She never did seem to stop having it.

When our time grew near for us to finally leave the womb, she had stopped eating. Why? I don't know. She was a crazy bitch that was having her first litter of two! Two, grey puff balls. Not the normal of four to six…but two. She just stayed in one spot as her muscles were starting to push us out. I really didn't want to enter the large, open world. I wanted to stay in my watery home, though I find it disturbing that she would have sex even a month before we were to come out. Did she not believe she was pregnant?

My brother came out first. He was already half way out by the time I was ready to finally leave, but I kept trying to get back inside. It was about an hour or so after my brother was all cleaned up and suckling until I was even thinking on moving another inch. But, my mum's muscles pushed me, and in thirty minutes of getting forcibly pushed out of my home, I was in the new world.

I felt a tongue rub up on my body, cleaning the left over birthing blood all over my fur, and to help me breathe, which I didn't mind. She placed me down on the ground, letting me wiggle, finding my brother rather quickly, and nuzzled up to him, taking one of my mum's nipples into my mouth, and I started to suckle. I couldn't open my eyes, and I couldn't hear a thing, but I knew where I was by the wiggling of my brother and the beating of my mother's heart. Life was, again, perfect.

It was about three to four weeks till the brightness of the world got to my newly opened eyes. I saw my brother, who was very grey and small. My mother was also grey, and very large. "Welcome, my little Sleet." I wiggled over to her, wondering what she was doing. Was she talking? I wanted to talk, too. I wiggled my way over to her, yipping and squeaking. I wasn't speaking words, which made me quite sad. "Don't worry," she said, "You'll talk soon enough. You, and your brother, Hail."

I got over to her nipple again, and suckled gently. This new world was hard work, and I was getting very tired. I wrapped my tail over my body, and I saw that it was grey, too. Did I look like my brother or mother, I wondered, but not giving much of a care, I went back into my milky dream land.

It was on my fifth week of being born, or around a month, when I spoke my first word; "hungry." I was walking by that time, or trying to, anyways. Hail was already making miles it seemed, and kept head butting me, and gently nipping me in my ear. I would bite back, but I wouldn't do much good. He was stronger, I knew that, and would always be stronger than me. I would just flop over to my belly, half the time; giving in. "Don't just give up like that, Sleet," my mum would say. "You will never win any battles."

By the time I was 10 weeks old, I had already started learning how to speak words and which word went with which to make sentences. If I was hungry, I would say; "Mum, I am hungry," then add; "May I have something to eat?" She liked how I always had a slight bit of manners, even if I never used please until I was much older.

Hail and I would ruff house more than normal, now, and I would end up getting badly wounded. "You must get stronger, Sleet. I will not be with you, forever," my mother would tell me after each defeat. I would whimper, nodding my head slowly. I didn't want to fight, that was the problem. I knew I wasn't strong, and I never would be strong.

It was around this time that the orange in my eyes started to settle in. Hail had more of a golden yellow, more yellow then mine, and more like my mum's. I finally realized I was not like them. My grey fur was much darker then both my mum's and Hail's. It was more of a blue then a grey, or, I guess you could say a Blue-Grey. And now my eyes were lighter than theirs. It made me thinking why. I never asked, but it stayed in my head.

But then, everything changed. Hail and I turned a year old, or was about to…when mum gave birth to five pups. When did this happen? I brushed it off, happy to see little pups that were smaller than I was. When they were old enough to play, I happily ran up to them, only to be stopped by my mum. "You are not strong. I do not want you teaching these pups how to fail." This was the start of her hatred of me. I can only remember a few times that she gave me love nips, or said I love you…why did she not love me? Was I to weak?

My brother stayed close to me, telling me that he will never leave my side. I was glad to have someone who loved me like my brother. I nuzzled him each time he passed me, thanking him for staying with me.

We watched as the family grew ever too quickly. My mother didn't care for Hail and me anymore. She loved her stronger, healthier pups. Yet, we wanted to help when three of those strong pups left the safety of the home, and out to the open world. Hail and I followed, wanting to bring them back before mum saw them gone, yet I had this horrible feeling that something was not right.

We saw the three pups hiding under a rock, squeaking for their mothers. "Keep watch of the pups," Hail said. "I'll find what spooked them."

I nuzzled the third one, a fluffy white pup with a black spot on his left eye. "Be safe, Hail," I told him.

He chuckled as a large black figure slowly emerged in the shadows. "Don't worry, Sleet, I will. We'll both go home, and mum will be happy that we got the pups back."

I watched in horror as claws stabbed through his chest. He still had a weak smile on his face, his eyes now a fogged with lifelessness. I growled weakly, but I knew I couldn't fend off the black bear. It flung Hail to the side, making him hit a tree far from my reach, and it flung its paw to a pup; which had mum's fur color. "Let her go, bear!" I shouted, growling louder. I protected the white pup behind me, along with his brother, another grey wolf. The bear laughed, dropping the pup to the ground. A little crack made me certain she had her skull break. I backed up, shaking my head. "Please leave!" I was waked, flung to the tree close by. I was out cold, but I knew what was to come.

The other two pups were killed. I was spared, because the bear thought I was already dead, but the little pups were killed. I woke up, only to find my prediction true. On the floor were the lifeless bodies of the three pups, and Hail. The sight of my brother crushed my heart. I sat there, letting out a sharp howl of depression. I would have no one who would care so much for me again.

I got home, about two months after, to learn that my mum thought it was Hail and I that killed the pups, and banished me never to leave the house again. I was stuck, never to see daylight again, only given the very scraps of food to eat. I didn't speak for the longest time, only sighing from time to time. I found myself counting the days to my death, which I thought was any day now.

I lived like this for ten to twelve years of my life. Cramped in a small room with nothing but a small room, which was almost smaller than me. I felt a hand on my shoulder, which made me jump. I turned to see my brother! He smiled lightly as I went to hug him. "Not now, Sleet. Now it is time for your journey to begin." I blinked, wondering what my brother meant, and more importantly, how I was seeing him. He chuckled lightly. "It's time for you to leave."

"Leave? I can't."

"Yes you can. She'll think you died. Just…leave." He pushed me gently, out the door of the cramped room, and past the pups, and out of the house. I haven't seen the outside world in so long, I had to cover my eyes. "Go on, Sleet. There is a man who really needs your help."

I turned to my brother, wondering. "What do you mean, Hail."

"He needs to find a sitter, but that is not all. He is willing to give you a family, a home…and food."

The word food made my tail wag. It was so short compared to before. Half of my fur was gone from lack of bathing, only leaving tuffs on my head, and a little goatee, and my wimpy tail. The rest was bar skin, itchy as all hell. "Alright Hail…where do I begin?"

It was this moment that I would go on the wildest roller-coaster I could imagine. All I needed to do was bump into a man, following a white dove. He was in a state of panic, saying that he needed someone to watch his two boys as he left for the weekend while he helped his Nephew. He had no money, but he was willing to give me a place to stay. I agreed, and I was never turning back.

My life was really about to begin.