(I advise you listen to the music above while reading, as it makes the words fall into place)

Gentle calls filled your ears as you slowly opened your eyes. You stood up on feeble paws, looking up at your mother. You stumbled from your den with your brothers and sisters and put into the world above. The shining morning light blinded your eyes, but you soon regained your vision. Birds chirped, and the sound of a flowing river filled your ears. Wolves of many color, size and body type howled in merry tones, greeting you into this world.

You are a wolf, born of the Creek Pack, bound to water and earth with every step you take. As you grew, so did the lands and your intelligence. But, everything must die one day....your mother and father soon perished. Only your siblings and pack mates were left. You still moved on, your gentle and kind Alpha leading you along the way.

"Welcome," he had spoke to you, on your first day out of the den. "Welcome to our pack."