You were the runt of your litter. Even though in human years you were a teen, you still looked like a little pup. Mostly just in your wolf form. Your litter was the last litter from your mom. One of the medicine wolves, the entire pack bascially tried to stop you from doing anything.

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You were in the den with your litter-mates. All off them in their wolf forms and just nestled in, bundled up in a big, warm puppy pile as your mother was busying herself with crushing up some herbs.