<span title="Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you">perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim</span> <br><br>


Fang had been born to a generally typical domesticated life. His first months consisted of nothing so much as play, eat, and comfort.
As he and his siblings grew older the more basic instincts became obvious, causing difficulty in his domesticated home, leading to a casual disregard of their existence.
Caged, tied, or otherwise contained was how he spent his life as he matured.
At about 6 months, as winter began its cooling he found the orotundity tolerance his captivity. Having never had a need for hunting, other than the most basic instincts he lacked any skills in the hunt, he managed his first couple of weeks wandering, and scavenging.
As winter drew colder, he was slowly succumbing to the harsh reality of a winter alone. A slight twist of fate managed to land him in the attention of an elder wolf, left behind, or discarded by his pack, he discovered the young Fang lacking even the most essential skills to survive, he took Fang as a companion.
In a attempt to teach the half-breed something of his heritage, and basic survival.
In short order he'd learnt the basics of the hunt, shelter, and to to encroach on others territory.


As his first winter moved into the more vibrant sounds and life of spring Fang set too once more, leaving his caretaker and tutor without a second thought.
There would be no mention of him again, save for what was taught, and a strange streak of compassion now etched into the yearling as he continued on his way.

The following two years consisted of nothing so much as wandering and exploring. Occasional times spent in the company of others, but often enough he kept moving along.

As his third summer reached its peak, he began to slow his walk, the need to continue his trek was slowly being replaced with a sense of belonging to more than himself.