Moonspear About A Boy

"Oof!" Mees tripped, not once, twice but a third time today. He wasn't the most graceful wolf ever known to roam the earth. It happened all too often when he was lost into his own thoughts, wandering around the endless lane of memories. Except that unlike most wolves the history of his memories did not start at his birth, the precious thoughts of his childhood weren't fading away, they simply weren't there. He remembered last summer when he tried to jump off a cliff while trying to chase a 'chupawupa' (if they existed) and he also remembered standing face-to-face with an angry bear. A confrontation that he survived, luckily, for once. But all those were memories of the past few months. Beyond that it's a black book. 

With a freezing-cold wet nose, his raven coat filled with mud-covered snow and a lot of curses in between he now waited at the borders of a would-be, could-be pack. He was to most and to many a lone wanderer, a mere straggler. Still the young boy whose youth was slowly fading away with the dawn of time had every intention, every hope, of writing his own story and making his own name and fame out there, somewhere. He set up his cheesy toothbrush smile when he stood up although he forgot to clean his raven coat. He wagged his tail but there was nobody there yet. He was fierce and hopeful about his chances of joining a pack, however it wasn't the first time high expectations had left him behind heart-broken and disappointed.