Altar of Twilight Hey Dark Eyes

My parents, the... 'alphas' I think wolves around here tend to call their leaders... were nice. They knew when to be heard and obeyed, but otherwise, they were decent wolves, nothing bad that is not supposed to be... you know how the wild is for us. Da was a pretty brown, Ma as black as the night sky. Both of them were grey-muzzled. Older. Elva was the oldest of my siblings, always so sure of herself. Then there was the litter before mine, yearlings, no older than I am now. I did not... get to know much about them, and their names- escape my memory. And my brothers and sisters, from... my litter- a whine escaped his throat, his voice caught and quivered. W-we were a happy family. U-until we... were not- I-

Their memories were painful, and the yearling shivered with emotion. C-can we change the topic, please? I- I'm hungry... he wasn't overly so, not to the point they needed to stop and hunt, but rather too overwhelmed with what had been to continue.