Golden Glade Melodies of Fleeting Chances

Hviske nodded, his moment of startlement eased for the time being. Hviske, he introduced himself, pronouncing his name 'viska'. And... they aren't here anymore. Ma and Da, I mean. They went up there- he solemnly lifted his muzzle to the sky, his voice holding back the hurt in his heart. Grey-muzzles, both of them - Ma went up there first - and Da couldn't handle us all alone. There were... nine of us? Maybe ten, I don't know. We were all young, besides Pebble and Da. Da found another she-wolf to help out with everything, but... I guess it's hard being new to a family, and especially one with an old father and so many yearlings and pups. Da... he - a bear was attacking the den and - and ... 

The young wolf took a second to compose himself. It wasn't part of his plans to get so emotional, but he was only a yearling, lost and all alone, carrying the whispers of a pack he loved and lost. 

He breathed, shook his head, and continued. 

... the new she-wolf found herself the leader of a pack she barely knew. And... it... all kinda... spiraled from there... now I'm... alone, and I don't know where I am or... what I'm supposed to do.