Great Bear Wilderness run along, boy.

Stoic liked this female. She was nicer than the mountian wolves who wanted him to eat his mother. So, when she screeched, alerting him that Steady, the evil one, had come for him once again.. he bolted. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," He screamed as he ran, his willowly legs carrying him as fast as he could, away from the cannibalistic wolves of Silvertip Mountian. He hated them. They had taken away his father, his mother, his twin brother, his sister. And they had probably eaten them too. But the female he followed, she would not eat him. He was sure of it.

"AHHH-," He paused, his vocal chords becoming rough and achy, drying out with the combination of screaming and running at the same time. He gasped for breath, his heart hammering in his chest as he slowed to a stop. But as his eyes looked up for once, surveying the land around him, he did not recodnise the place he stood. And with that, he felt a hollow ache within him, that he had now truly left his family. The family that as now buried and forgotten. Never again would he return to Silvertip Mountian, never again.

"Where we goin' now?"

His eyes peered up at the female, determination set in. This was his life now, a loner. He was Stoic, only Stoic. Silvertip was a nightmare left in the past, a childhood filled with death and disapeerance. And he would call them fmaily no longer.