It was another month before the pup decided to be born. It was a nice spring day I'm told, but her father could knew, she could tell. She tried to run away, but she couldn't run far. Soon I was born, with my father's black coat with the red and white flames running up my tail and legs. But I had my mother's dark azure eyes. "I shall call you Flame, my little one." She told me gently. But then she heard the rustling in the leaves. So, she picked me up and took me to that same stream where she met my father. She stayed for a few hours, pleading with a lupess from a nearby pack to take me with her. Then, she left me. Gone forever.