16 years ago...
Zatara's p.o.v
I was on my way home after hunting with a couple of friends when I heard growls and shot's being fired. I ran to see what was happening. Maybe it was one of my hunting buddies? I ran I little while longer until it was so loud it hurt my ears. When I got to the clearing I couldn't believe my eyes! A huge wolf was fighting Death Stroke! It took me a second to react to what was happening. I took out my hunting riffel and aimed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a small figure look towards me. It seemed to be the creatures pup. A huge roar arouse from the father. I lined up my shot for his arm...3...2...1. BOOM! He yelled out in pain and shot his head around to look at me. I shot again hitting him in the shoulder. Finally he ran off. The creature looked at me then collapsed to the ground I quickly ran to help him. He was bleeding really badly. Now that I was up close I could get a good look at the creature. His fur was black and rough yet soft in a way. He had strict, sturn eyes but when he looked to his pup his eyes went soft. As I applied pressure to the wound the pup came and laid down next to him and licked his face. He was losing too much blood and I think he knew it. He nudged the pup towards me with a sturn look. He looked me dead in the eyes and let out a soft bark. I could tell he didn't want his offspring to see him like that. I gave him a pat on the head to show him I understood. I picked the pup up gently and slowly walked home. On the way he would lick my face, looking for comfort. As I entered the house a happy giggle came from the kitchen. 'Zantanna must be eating 'I thought. The babysitter came in and immediately squealed with joy. "What a beautiful wolf!" She squealed. "Yeah...he is isn't he?" Zantanna came waddling over covered in pizza sauce. "JAMBESES!" She yelled. At that moment I knew he was here to stay.
