Tyrion , The Fugitive Wolf !!!

8 days , its been 8 days since the young Arctic Wolf Tyrion Ba'al Samem was chased from his home by rabid dogs and bullets. Doing his best to avoid territories controlled by other packs he stayed within the Neverwinter Forest. The warm air brushing against his fur. The smell of wood and animal feces all around him. This whole outside world was savage and Tyrion hated it. He continued sprinting through the woods hoping to put further distance between himself and whoever was after him. Eventually Tyrion got tired and had to rest , he laid on the ground as if he was dead and started to catch his breathe. The short dash proved to Tyrion that he was completely out of shape and if that wasn't bad enough he was getting hungry too. Tyrion had no idea how to hunt , when he lived with his master Ghani Hassan food was brought to him. In fact in his previous life of glamour , money , and power Tyrion had it all. He had his own room complete with his own bathroom , toys and workout center and he even had a H.D.T.V with surround sound. He went on trips to exotic islands and countries and got to sit in first class with his master and his masters son Demetrius Hassan while other dogs had to sit in coach or other deplorable locations. All these perks considered the best memories of living with his former master came from the way he was treated. Ghani and Demetrius treated him like a member of the family instead of like a wolf or a animal and that alone will always be the most cherished detail of his past. Unfortunately those days are over. With his stomach growling like a monster Tyrion rises up and begins to eat the only food available to him and his horrible skills and a predator , fruit. He didn't know the particular name of the fruit , although he does remember eating them before. They were a combination of red , orange and yellow and they had a large hard brown seed in the middle. Tyrion could tell they originally grew in the trees before falling to the ground. They were now covered in dirt and bugs. Tyrion understood , given the situation , he had no rite to be picky so it didn't matter. After consuming enough filth to fill his belly Tyrion yawns and lays down to sleep , hoping when he wakes up he wont be staring down the barrel of a rifle.