Though Fluke doesn't know it, he was born to a pack of wolves that he has no memory of, and was stolen away by nomads. The wolves who were his biological parents were part of a pack of noble, knight-like wolves who had a strong sense of community, family and honour. But shortly after his birth, he was snatched by roving bandits from a nomadic pack, who chose him for his size, and would raise him alongside their own children, like many other stolen youths. He is aware that he was possibly a stolen child- but it never seemed to bother him, as he considered the two wolves who raised him to be his parents regardless of whether they were biologically his or not.

He was brought up alongside three brothers, all smaller than him in size. His parents and the rest of the pack figured he might grow to become an excellent bandit, or in the very least, a good guardian, what with his frame being so large- but his gentle nature seemed to disappoint them. He had a whimsical, lackadaisical view on life, and often got distracted from his lessons by things like butterflies or birds.

As he grew, the other youngsters his age began to pick on him more, but oddly enough, the older females of the nomadic pack took a shining to him for his kind and patient nature. So as he grew, he rewarded those who treated him kindly with as much love and attention as he could spare, and allowed the insults of his brothers and other young packmates to roll off his thick shoulders. He seemed to have a lucky streak in him, much to the ire of his brothers, and it earned him the nickname Fluke.

When he turned a year old, they began to train the youths the way to be a bandit, stealing from other packs as they passed by them- and though Fluke didn't really mind the fact that he himself might have been stolen, he did object to the act as he could tell hos upset it made the parents they stole from. Unable to follow their ways, once he caught a glimpse of the true hurt they caused, he left the pack and began to wander on his own.