I stared at the fleshly animal in front of me. It took a few seconds for me to really figure out what is was. But when I looked closly, I noticed it was a bloody, torn up pup. I caught a scent of someone familiar. I immediatly knew who had done this.

I looked up and saw blody foot prints, leading deeper into the forbidden forest.

I followed the foot prints for at least ten minutes, until they had just stopped. I was confused when I saw this. Why would footprints just randomly stop? I got a little creeped out then, sending a cold shiver down the crest of my spine. I was never really creeped out often, but this was just, I don't know, weird. I thought maybe the pup had ran off from the den, and it's parents didn't see. Then it had ventured of into the forest, and came across someone, and that someone didn't like seeing the pup in their territiory, so they had killed it.

I got a little sad at that thought, because, what if it was my pup?

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I sighed as I pick BlackOut up by the scruff of the neck. He was aready getting bigger, had it only been a day since he and his siblings had been born. I guess I didn't mind the responsibility of being a mother, but I knew once their eyes would open and they would start to walk, it would begin to get hard.

I set him off to the side as I tried to make a comfortable little place to sit. I scratched at the dirt to make a little hole, the pups walking into it as I dug further.

I laughed as I nudged them each where I couldn't accidentally hit them with my sharp claws. If I ever hurt them, I would never be able to live with myself. I never wanted to be the reason for my pups death.

And to think I never even used to like pups. I'm actually caring about something in my life.

I decided then, that my life was devoted to these cute little fuzz balls. I never thought that I'd come to love something, that something, someone, would come to loving such a mean, pushy, terrible wolf. I thought before that I'd be better off dieing, then living to be something for everyone to fear, for everyone to hate, for everyone to grow to soon love.

I couldn't believe that I used to think so little of myself. That I was useless, the outcast, the one nobody loved. Maybe I was the outcast, the useless one, and the one nobody could ever love. But I found someone who loves me for who I am, who would rather die than say I'm useless, someone who loves the outcast..

And that someone, is Ryan..