Born beneath a full moon in high summer can only mean one thing, lots of adventures and lessons learned. The first one I learned early in my pup days on my very first day learning how to stalk.
A lone rabbit and five Woulvin cubs should have been easy and fun unless you are me. My curse chose this day and these classmates to manifest to first. I have my own name for it but most people would call it empathy (telepathy).
Stalking is easy. You get downwind of your target, slink forward slowly on your belly until you are about one body length from the intended target. You stay still until the target turns away from you then push your hind feet into the earth and jump towards the target. If you get it right you land on it and bite its head off (at least if it is small like a rabbit)
We were not supposed to pounce today only to practice the slink but Stripe got a little too excited and went for it. It would have been great for a laugh later but something happened in my mind. I felt this great fear and then heard a shrill scream. Both the rabbit and I took off. I don't remember much of it as I tried to get away from the fear and the scream, thankfully I went in a different direction than the rabbit or who knows how long I would have run.
When I came down from the terror it was to find myself curled in a hollow beneath a bramble breathing hard and my classmates nowhere to be found. I was lost and a long way from home. Once I calmed down I crept out from beneath the bramble and started following my own trail back the way I had come.
As I travelled I kept getting flashes of emotions from the beasts around me, I figured I was going crazy so when I got back I didn't tell anyone what had happened. Whenever anyone asked I just said I didn't remember.
It was so noisy in the village that I began looking for places to get a rest from all the feeling bombarding me. On top of that, I occasionally began to hear actual voices in my head and had become so silent and withdrawn that my parents got worried and arranged for me to talk to Ms Ivory who was the local medicine woman.
She taught me how to meditate, which means she taught me to block out all those voices. I remained quiet but did begin to interact with my age group again so they figured I was all better. Life went more or less back to normal with a little extra teasing about my wild run through the woods around our home.
My name is Woulf Wolven and I was born and raised in Candytown. (need a better name) We are one of four villages along the River. Our trade partners are varied but for the most part friendly.
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Fast Forward to my 16th birthday which marked the beginning of the end of my life in the village.
On that day we are required to enter an apprenticeship, we get a chance to try out several if we are not sure what we could contribute to our village.
In the five years between that and the day I left home I tried out several different things but none of them really fit me. For the most part, I lasted on average of six months before I was asked to try something else or left because it didn't really suit me.
On my 21st birthday, I was out of options within our small village and it was time to go search outside of it to find a place I could contribute. I would be allowed back when/if I found a way to contribute to the village until then I was a lone wolf.
