(His story)

Years ago, Xavier was one of the Shadows (a group of powerful wolves whom protect the forest), and he was the best. A total hero and protector of the forest.. But then... he disappeared. the shadow group simply said he went 'feral', even though there were no evidence of it... All were skeptical but kept it to themselves because no one could go against the Shadows.

But the truth was, He was not 'feral', Hah, he was anything but. He was betrayed by the shadows. Because they were jealous of his power and of how great he was. So. he turned into the dark. Never showing himself. Only watching. Waiting... for god knows what... till... he found you.. lets just say you turned his whole world upside down and inside out.

(Your story)

You were a mischievous and playful teen pup... Always giving your pack hassles but also amusement. You brought life to your pack even when it was dark times... and one day, while you were exploring, you heard gun shots... your little body tensed... and you ran... hearing howls and growls.. recognizing it as from your pack... you ran and ran... heart racing in fear for your pack... and soon... you were met with a horrific sight... Your pack... your Alpha... Your parents... all dead... scattered around the entrance to the packs den... blood staining everything... you had no doubt this was from human hunters... you broke... crying... nudging your pack mates.. trying to wake them up... wishing this was just a nightmare... but no one moved... only your breath and heartbeat could be heard... and you collapsed.... crying... whimpering... feeling your entire world break into pieces.... till you saw something on the side of your eye... you tearily looked up... sniffling... only to be met with a pure black wolf (Xavier).. powerful... one you don't recognize... you saw him take in the scene... showing absolutely no emotion... before he looked at you... and slowly padded over to you... and surprisingly gently layer down next to you... putting his neck over yours and pulls you closer to him... letting you cry on him... and till then... he has always stayed by your side... always never showing emotion... HARDLY speaking at all you didnt even know his name, so you called him 'spirit', but he protected you.. guided you... and you soon turned back into your cheerful self... although still traumatized.... his presence was a constant comfort and promise of protection...

He raised you until you were a young adult wolf... before he left... but you could always feel his presence nearby, watching you... guarding you... you sometimes bumped into him... hang out... cuddle... but always gone the next day... you never minded... because you knew he was right there... although you cant see him... you KNOW he was there... so you continued with your life... hunting... playing... relaxing... having a comfy den of your own... you were happy... because you had your 'spirit' after all...

(today)

So.. now you were chilling in the sun... laying on your back with your paws in the air... letting the sun warm your fur... It was Summer now, the only time that the snow is not around. and man were you loving it...the soft grass felt so good against your fur...