Jolon was first born in a litter of 4 pups in a den close to a river. He was the strongest and the most devious of the litter, always running off or biting too hard on his siblings ears. He had 2 younger sisters, a nice little brother and a caring mother and father. He had a close bond with his father who was the alpha of a big pack at the time. His mother was the Alphess of the pack but he never took much interest into bonding with his mother. He was a real daddy’s boy, you could say.

Growing up his father taught him all about dominance, making others do what you want and being a leader. His father soon discovered that Jolon was a born hunter, and a decent fighter as well. They were a happy family who looked out for each other and for the other pack members, until a bigger pack planned on expanding their territory.

They barged in with high numbers and ambushed Jolon’s father. Jolon saw his father get ripped to shreds right in front of him, and his sisters and mother were nowhere to be seen. He fought back with all his strength to avenge his father. He managed to kill 1 of the intruders and highly injure 3 of them. The invading pack found this useful and the alpha of the pack took him under his wing.

Jolon played along, as he had a plan. After a few months he was totally accepted and respected in the pack, but he didn’t plan on staying. He left the pack that had brutally murdered his father in the dead of night, but he wasn’t the only one. A younger she-wolf who had a lower rank in the pack had seen him leave. She followed him till morning until Jolon finally discovered her.

It seemed that the she-wolf always had dreams about leaving the pack and exploring far beyond the pack territory. Jolon, as angry as he was at the despicable female, let her tag along, for he knew he couldn’t catch bigger prey on his own.

They traveled together for at least 2 weeks. In those weeks the female, whose name he will never speak again, had grown closer to Jolon than anyone else before. They were perfect hunting companions, for the she-wolf was faster than Jolon, but he was much stronger than her. Not long after a perfect hunt, they were running and playing near a river. The she-wolf climbed on top of Jolon, but Jolon didn’t appreciate that. He threw her off of him but he forgot about how strong he was. The female landed in the fast streaming river. He was shocked at what he had done and desperately tried to get her out of the water, but the river was way too deep and the water was pulling her further and further away from him.

Not long after she had drifted away, she was pulled underwater. Jolon was broken, for he knew it was all his fault. He grieved for hours until it got dark. He didn’t get much sleep that night and woke up next to the river.

He walked beside the river for days, until he saw her body at a shallower part of the river far away from where she had fallen in. He tried to get her up, hopeless, broken and lost. He grieved next to her body, howling and whimpering. After a few days of grieving and guilt-tripping himself he noticed how hungry he was. He gave one last glance at the cold and lifeless body of his best friend and ran into the forest nearby the river. He soon caught a bunny, and while it did fill him up a little, it didn’t fill the empty space in his heart. He lived as a rogue ever since. He’s 2 years old now, fully grown and ready to find a pack or start his own.