On a clear moonlit night, on a path far south of Jasper Park, Canada, a cream-colored wolf with ginger streaks in his dirty-blonde mane limped along a lonely path, his hazel eyes glossed with tears as he left behind the only home he had ever known, all because others did not accept him for who he was.
"STOP!" a deep, authoritative voice called out, making the lone wolf look up to see a group a wolves surrounding him, their leader, a black furred wolf with a white underbelly, approached him, the older male's golden eyes boring into his. However, the young wolf's eyes grew wide in amazement once they were soon drawn to a female at the leader's side, her striking auburn fur and stunning golden eyes catching him completely off guard. However, he did not have time to marvel at this beautiful wolf who seemed to be quite taken aback by his appearance, as the leader bellowed to get his attention.
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME?! AND WHY DO TRESPASS ON THE TERRITORY OF KING AND HIS ALL-ALPHA PACK?!" Realizing he had to assert some form of dominance or he would surely die, the young wolf held his head up high, taking on a strong, fearless expression as he prepared to walk a path that, although unknown to him at the time, would greatly change his life forever.
"I am Samuel."