Akira

Hi, my name is Akira. I'm a wolf as you know. When I was a little pup I lived with your typical wolf parents. My mother's name was Mishra. My father's name was Ruka. I had only 1 other litter mate name Kira. As a pup I was VERY VERY energetic. In our den I would sometimes before bed run in circles faster than a speeding bullet!

Anyways on with my life story. As I grew up my mother became weak and sick. She had a broken paw and her wound was infected. We AND our pack couldn't do anything and eventually my dearest mother died.

My father taught us what we needed to know smoothly and easily. I became strong and intelligent like my brother Kira. My brother, was stronger than me.. But I was smarter.

Kira and I were and still are best buds. But when we were smart enough, my father had a tragic accident... He was shot by a hunter. When we heard we left our pack to start our own.

I will continue the story. "Kira, we should hunt now it's almost sun set." "No, not until we find a proper den" Then I saw a den, no scent of anything. I ran toward it like a bullet aiming for someone. I looked inside to see nothing. "It seems safe and it has no smell." We went in and made it our home. I went outside and grabbed some moss for beds and brought it back. "Kira, here's some beds, you know how to make them properly. Can I go hunt now?" Kira looked at me. "Ok, just bring enough food." I ran out and I luckily saw a deer.