When I was born my family didn't have much we survived on veggies found within the forest which is not lifestyle I would want to live again. Because of this we were frail, which in the end costed my parents their life. I had lost them when I was merely 6 years old, I had to survive on my own for a long time and the only life I've ever really known is "loan wolf" I've never had a pack to call home, until one day.
February 15th
I woke up bright and early today to go on a morning hunt and maybe find something more about my parents death. I traveled 26 miles today and still nothing, but I did find a settlement beyond the river. My parents told me we were never allowed to cross, but tonight I'm going to go beyond that rule.
I wanted until it was completely dark out to make it across, hopefully without being seen. I went a good distance away from the village to sneak across but... I saw someone running into the woods, so I followed. I tailed this guy as far as 5 miles at least but I still have no clue what his motive is. I moved closer to get a better look but I couldn't quite see what he was doing. A few minutes pass by and I decide maybe it's best to leave and head back to the village but I stumbled on something and made too much noise… I've been found out.