Thunder

Name: Thunder

Gender: Male

Fur: Dark gray fur with a very light gray on the chest and belly, right ear, all four paws, and the tip of the tail. Darker gray, almost black fur on short bangs

Eyes: Pale Blue

Personality: Strong, athletic, humorous, charming, handsome, curious, energetic, fast, broad shoulders, understanding

Pack: StormPack

Rank: Alpha (leader)

Mate: Haven't found one yet

As the sun was setting, my pack and I head home, which is a group of dens for each wolf and their mate, along with some extra dens.

The alphas and I are returning from a successful hunt, bringing back a caribou for the omega. I sat at the mouth of my empty den and watched over my pack.

"Thunder!" I hear someone say. I look over to see Cookie, a ginger-colored she-wolf, one of our alphas.

"Yes Cookie?" I say.

"Who's turn is it to patrol the boundaries?" She asks.

"It's Dirko's turn," I say, nodding to another alpha with a rusty-colored coat, "But tell him I'm will cover for him."

"Yes sir." She says and walks off. I then call over Sandstone, a sand-colored she-wolf and told her to take control while I am gone.

Whenever I "patrol the boundaries", I don't exactly do that, besides, no wolf ever comes into my territory. I like to be alone every once in a while. So I head towards the mountain where there is a cave. It's my favorite place to be, it's where I keep the last remains of my family.

When I was a pup, my mom and dad and I wanted to explore. So we climbed to the other side of the mountain. We ran into humans and they started shooting at us. My mom and dad gave their lives to save me, they guided me back to where we came up, blocking the bullets that were flying towards me with their bodies. I got to the bottom of the mountain unharmed, but when I turned around, my mom and dad weren't there. Then I found the cave and lived there, and when I knew it was safe, I went back up to get the remains of my parents.

As the memories flashed in my head, I sighed. Shaking my head, I decided to hunt small game on the way to the cave. I sniffed out a fox, then killed it and luckily, it was a big one.

I tear open the orange pelt, revealing juicy fox meat. The smell of meat and blood wafted through the air as I started eating.