Once upon a time, there was a wolf with pure white fur.

The wolf travelled far and wide, escaping the frightening experiences it encountered everytime a human being came across the wolf.

The wolf would run for miles, for hours, days, weeks, until it evaded the humans, but they never stopped.

And one night, it could go no further, it's enegery completely drained.

It turned back, looking up at the humans who held guns to it's head, it's eyes wide with fear and lack of sleep, and simply stared.

The humans paused for a moment, long enough to re-think what they were doing.

And, that moment changed the difference between life and death to the white wolf. That moment of resting for the wolf was enough to give it the sudden enegry, the sudden want to remain alive, to save it's life.

And, as the wolf stepped back, the snow surrounding it turning a dark crimson colour, stared down at the bodies of the humans. It wondered what the humans wanted from it, and stepped up to a human, their lifeless, white eyes looking up at the sky, the sky they'll never be able to see again.
The wolf sniffed its face briefly, before rushing off into the protection of the forest.

And as the forest finally collapsed before the frozen river, it looked down at itself, and saw the Dark Red fur it had taken upon itself.

Softly, the wolf howled to the moon that glowed brightly above it, and pledged a vow.

A vow to tell stories for the ones who have stopped, changing the bad parts for the best parts.

And, the Darkred Wolf was created, howling stories to the humans from the lonely mountains, giving them the inspiration to create a new story of their own.

-Darkred Wolf