Loner- Nightstar-
"I guess I can try." Nightstar spoke hesitantly, he had been on his own for so long. What would it be like living with a pack. Ossal nodded and stood pacing down the river, apperantly back towards the Pack-Den. Standing Nightstar loped after him.
Ossal glanced over at Star and asked. "How long has it been since your parents died?" He asked.
"Almost a year." He admitted. "When the river flooded last spring it filled our den. Mom, dad, my littermates, they were all sleeping inside and drowned. I'd snuck up the hill to play, so I was safe. After that, I had teach myself how to hunt, scout, all that stuff."
