Phantom Hollow Colours of Freedom

His smile grew at her returned gesture. "I was born around many other wolves," he started, "I was the only pup of my mother's litter, but also the first to be born. Then came all the rest of my "brothers and sisters". I was the biggest out of all of them, so I had to be the self-centered, big bad wolf of the bunch." Issun had regretted having that ugly personality. His childhood would have gone much smoother if he had worked rather than sit down and let the pack care for him. He was glad to have made up his mistakes now.

"I was a bad little squirt. Always getting in trouble, pushing around others. I knew how to hunt, knew how to defend, just chose not to. Once I was older, my packmates got tired of me and chased me out. I can't blame them though, I would've done the same thing." Would have done it in a heartbeat. Issun was actually glad of their actions now. He had changed so much.

Issun turned his gaze over to the water's surface. "I looked back and hate my selfish actions. I wanted to prove to myself that I was better than that. That's why I love to work now. To show I care for this pack."