My name's Tsume, but what would you care?
I'm just following a pack 'o idiots on a 'little field trip' to a little place they like to call Paradise. Why? Well, I have nothing better to do. I guess. I'm more of a loner myself; no-one to worry about besides yourself, easy stuff. We may be travelling in a group but the way I see it, the only thing we have in common is that we're wolves and we're going in the same direction. We're all separate. If you take care of yourself it's less stress for your alpha, and growing up in a tight pack I should know. None of the others have experienced what I have. I was the runt in a litter of six. My siblings bullied me and treated me like I was no different than the dirt beneath their paws. But I made my way up in the pack anyways. You gotta be tough to survive. The strong make it in the world, but the weak perish. I was beta in the pack and I got used to givin orders not takin 'em. I was happy where I was. I had a mate, four cubs and this feeling, that I had finally found my place in the world. I had everything I wanted. I had a home. Until the humans came. They stormed through our pack and killed them all, the warriors, the other betas, the apprentices and my family. My precious slice of joy was destroyed and burned on a pile with the bodies of the rest of the pack. I was terrified. I ran. I didn't stop to help those that were dying, I just ran to save myself. When I had fled far enough away from the scene of turmoil I turned to see Alpha towering over me. One slash of his claws and I was out cold. I was scarred, both physically and mentally, and from then on I have hardened up even more, hiding myself from the world trying to find somewhere that might give me that feeling of purpose again, and Paradise, I think it's my last chance. I'm willing to travel a thousand miles for this and I wouldn't miss it fir the world. Bring it on!