"When I was found by my father, I was huddled and wrapped in a blanket, placed in a woven basket, hidden in roots of a willow tree that had been recently tried to have been ripped from the ground. My father at the time was still an heir, but the alpha of his pack was dying. He was to be alpha any day then. My father said he would not have noticed me if it weren't for his fur catching on one of the roots sticking out. He said that at the time I had no scent, and I made no sound. He thought it was very smart of the being who placed me there. Probably to protect me from something, like him. He knew at the time I was still a newborn pup, and he was very sympathetic at the time. He figured he could raise me as one of his own, and maybe something good would come of it. So he picked me up out of the basket and started carrying me towards the pack. It wasn't until I was out of the basket I suddenly had a scent, and I woke up and started to cry. He knew it had to do with the basket, so he tested his theory. Once I was placed in the basket I fell asleep again, and lost a scent. He decided to take the basket with him and dug it out of the roots, then brought it, with me in it, with him back to his den.
"The pack rejected me at once, since I didn't look like them. But my father finally convinced them saying that he would teach me their ways, and I would be a great ally to them. At first I struggled. I was just a baby, and didn't have full control over anything. But as time passed by, I learned to crawl and follow. Though many times my father had to pick me up and carry me to my destination... Anyways, I quickly learned to be quiet. I got punished if I was ever loud, and I would get scolded. I learned how to beg and what motions meant what before I was even one. Though by that time the alpha had died. I never really knew him... The alpha female was already dead long ago, so I never knew her minus stories I learned as I grew up. So my father was alpha and he had a mate. I, as well as some newborn pups, were all the princes and princesses. The heirs. Though it was unlikely, we would have to go and create a pack of our own. The new leader would be in a batch much later on.
"So when I turned one, I started learning more. I learned how to switch between two and four legs, and I could say basic words to my fellow pack mates. The pack had already warmed up to me and accepted me as one of them, though they were concerned at how slow I was developing. In truth, I looked at development of humans in a book I read, and I was developing much faster than a normal pup. For wolves though, I was slow. I should have already been able to run around and speak normally by then. I was slow and clumsy. I was hyper and weak. I got injured easily and healed slowly.
"I was still small when I was three. The other pups were already much bigger than me, though they were smaller than father, mother, and the other adult wolves. I was really good friends with one of the pups named Kip. There were two females who I didn't really like. Then there was Lynch. He and I hit it off good at first, but Kip told me to watch out for him. As I got older, I learned Kip was right. Lynch started teasing me and being really cruel. It was then I decided to train hard to become strong. I learned techniques and became much stronger. By the time I was six, and the other pups were already full grown, I was smaller, still the runt, but older, smarter, and stronger. They were faster, but I could do everything they could, plus more. I was able to punch through trees, climb walls, and even made friends with others in the pack who hadn't recognized me before. My father was proud, and it seemed like I was going to prove him right. I was going to be the strongest of their pack, of our pack, and would be a great ally.
"My mother started getting really sick. I don't exactly know what had happened, and at the time I didn't understand much of what was going on, but after I left and learned more about human culture, I understood. Lynch was using my mother. He was trying to become alpha, and overthrow my father. He wanted to get my mother. But I think, once he realized my strength, he ditched that thought and went for me instead. He had half the pack, and might have tempted me if it weren't for Kip. Kip brought me back to realization, and he died. Lynch got away, as well as many others in the pack. My father and others who'd stayed mourned for the loss of my mother, who'd been killed by Lynch. Kip died in my arms, giving himself to me. I felt as though I had nothing left, and when I turned eight I started to venture. My father was worried for me. Every time I went out I'd be gone longer and longer, until I was ten. I never came back.
"I had been studying humans, and learning their culture. I took a cloak and walked among them, learning how to speak their language and learing about how they lived. I thought I understood them, until I found a city. I learned new things, and found out my knowledge about humans had been very... Limited. When I turned thirteen I learned of the Hunter Exams, and decided to take them. That's when I met Gon and Killua... Well, more like I ignored them like the others, then helped Gon and his friends get Killua back. I decided to follow Gon and Killua around for a bit. The rest you know."
Killua had listened intently to Okamirei's story. It was interesting, and he could understand her better now.
"Well, that was a very nice story, Rei," Mito said. "I have to do the laundry now. Why don't you three get the room ready? I'll be done soon." The three nodded as she started to clear the dishes and they ran upstairs to Gon's room.