From what seemed to be the abyss, Kanabor’s memories of her early life began when she was about seven months old. With all but two other siblings dying or already buried a few paces behind the den, her mother and father raised her brother, Tupant, sister, Kikapu, and herself to remain strong with limited assistance from Mother or Father unless there were outside forces interfering with the early training. Alas, Tuptant did not survive long enough for the last session; disease spread across his body beneath everyone’s noses. The dearest sibling she got to know now dead sparked a new inspiration and spirit within her. Kikapu had grown into a fine young lady in appearance, but was a pompous brat who made fun of the deceased siblings for turning out to be losers, unlike her and elder sister. If there was one thing that rubbed Kana the wrong way, it was her sister showing no respect for the dead.


The final test before allowing their year old daughters to trek out on their own was the similar opponent test. First they were challenged each parent alone while they worked together, next was a two-on-two dispute, then they had been singled out and outnumbered, and finally they had to battle one another. At last, she could release all of her fury upon the bratty snob. Whimpering and whining, Kika rushed for the border of the family land, as her sister ran her out and snarled she would tear her to pieces if she dared to say Tupant name in vain again or stepped foot near his grave. Sadly, her parents vanished with only unfamiliar scents of strangers scrambling around one another in the next few days, not even leaving a trace of lost fur or blood. Kanabor had to move on. Before leaving, she prayed at each of her passed brothers and good sisters’ burial grounds, promising to never forget them and wishing them well in their afterlives as well as hoping for a safe journey far from home.


Halfway through her second year, the obsidian and silver lady had collapsed, weary and starving, willing to meet everyone from the Ekanzil bloodline she had yet to know well. However, heterochromatic eyes opened to see a father, single, and raising a litter of four all on his own. Thank goodness above they were old enough to be eating chewed-up carcasses, but hunting and protecting was difficult, and clearly, he had hunted the brush for healing herbs. Well...the did save her life, so she could spare some guidance when it came to teaching the young ones to hunt small prey alone and bring down an infant martyr of moose with each other and their father. She was like the ultimate sister; teaching them to be hard as nails to the world while as sweet as honey to one another. The little ones had reached a years and five months, prepared to create a family pack, but pleas fell short for her to stay and wished her well on her quest. If only Kanabor knew what the whole point of it was.