Firefly Ravine One Less Lonely Boy

I even read her bio and I'm not gonna lie, that made me cry a bit.

Zephyr listened patiently, letting her go back and forth with herself before he gave his opinion. His green eyes were glassy with sadness, feeling for the young female. He figured that, now that she'd shared her story, it was time to share his. 
            "I do not mind listening to your story Lyric, I want to get to know you. Though I am sorry such awful things happened to you, even if it made you better in the end."
She smiled gently at her, flicking an ebony ear before continuing with his own past. His eyes went dark as his reminisced, knowing just how his story ended....
                    "I suppose I should go way back to how I came to be. My mother, Twilight, was in heat, and a wolf name Chaser just couldn't help himself."
The snow splashed male growled low, taking another deep breath to steady himself once more.
                            "One pregnancy later, my siblings and I were born, the middle of Winter. I suppose you could say Rain and I are somewhat the same, seeing as the snows in the next few days had killed off the other five of the litter. I was the only one to survive, but I made sure to be the best I could be for my mother, since I was all she had. I grew up, raised and strived to be the best warrior I could be. I was, so much that when my alpha and her beta retired, she chose me to lead the pack. She mentored me through it, of course, as did my beta and the previous one."
Zephyr had to take another breath, this one shaky. His words were strained, and Zephyr closed his eyes. He watched the scenes play behind his eyes as he kept on with the tale. 
                                         "My mother had been sick a couple months, and I'd dedicated each moment to her. I was sad that my duty as alpha had to come before individuals, but I still spent every spare moment with her, shared my den with her. She was so proud of the wolf I'd become. I-It wasn't enough.... She died just weeks after I took lead, and it crushed me. I found comfort in who would, months into the future, become my mate and then eventually carry my pups. A year or so later, our lands flooded and we had to move our dens into the mountainside, thinking it was the only safe place to be. And it was, for another year.... My first pups were born to Rinda, prey flourished, my pack was thriving as it hadn't since it was originally formed! Until a cougar pair came and began picking us off one by one. My second oldest, my son, was one of them. When there was only a few of us left, the pack voted to disband. I took a group and went in search of another home, some others left on their own or in other groups. My eldest, my daughter, was the only pup to not come with me. Instead went with her mate and his brother. I know not of their fate, but the group I led was eventually no more. Syon died of old age, though she stayed by my side as long as she could. My other two sons and my youngest daughter all died from sickness, and a few months later Rinda was taken from me by a group of rouges; hungry in the Winter and angry I wouldn't give them the first prey I'd found for us in days. She didn't survive her wounds, and I took the life of the male that killed her. I was the last one alive after that, and a couple months later, here I am."
  He went quiet for a moment, ears droopy and grassy eyes wet, before looking at her again.
                                                             "I understand being plagued by a hard past, and you are more than welcome to share anything you want to me. Just remember that it is not the past that defines you, it is YOU that defines you. You make the choice to be who you are."