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Creegans backstory

(Just some background on the "soon-to-be" princess' baby)
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It was about midnight when a loud screech cut through the silence of the dark forest. I awoke in a cold sweat. Maybe a walk would be good for me, I thought to myself. I stood up a little too quickly and got lightheaded. Stumbling in the darkness, the edge of my ankle smacked hard into the wardrobe as I snuck out. A clay vase fell to the ground, the sound only to be muffled by the impact with my foot. I looked back quickly, but quietly. My parents, still fast asleep in their beds, didn't seem to notice the noise at all.

I stepped outside into the cold, frosty air. I've been asleep in my warmish bed for over an hour so the cold air stings my skin. Some unfamiliar tracks lead off into the woods. Most would just go inside and back to sleep. I, however, am not that smart. As I walk further and further away from my house, the trees begin to block off the light that once surrounded me. The darkness is heavy on my shoulders. It's getting hard to see, but my eyes start to adjust. Slowly, very slowly. After the first thwack in the house, you would think I would look where I was going. I tripped over a small log and face-planted onto the cold, hard ground. "Damn it!" As I got up my hands felt wet. Thick. Maybe I fell in some water? A puddle? I raised my hands, my body fell to the ground. Blood. Deep red covered my once pale hands. A deep shudder and chill ran through my spine. Watching the ground and again moving forward, I followed the blood trail. Determined to help whatever I may find. The blood trail became thinner and thinner, ending at a small bush. Pushing the bush aside revealed a hole in the rock. A small cave, a den. That of a pack animal.

I got on my knees and was still too big, so I lay down and crammed my body inside the small opening in the rock. Pulling myself with my fingers and pushing with my toes. Once I got about 20 feet in, the opening swelled into an enormous cave. It was remarkably bright in the darkened cave. The walls were simple and jagged. But towards the ceiling, there was a carved-out window where the full moon showed through, lighting the edge of the cave. Where a large brown and white mother lay. Bleeding out from her legs and stomach, where a short broken arrow was burrowed. I walked towards her, slowly, cautiously. She growled and winced in pain. I was afraid, so I thought she must have been too. I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to her, trying to seem like less of a threat. She was more accepting of that and moved her head to the ground. I picked up and laid her head on my lap, petting her from head to tail. She buzzed in a purring feeling. I took off the shawl I had thrown around myself before I left and folded it to make a comfortable pillow for her. Once she seemed more calm and less afraid. I crawled back out and ran home. I swiftly grabbed everything I needed, without waking my parents, and ran back. This time was faster as I knew the way this time. Once I re-entered the cave, I sanitized a rag, with the moonshine we had made, and held it to the bleeding wound. Grabbing the arrowhead carefully and making sure no pieces stayed in, I swiftly pulled it out. I patted the wound with the alcohol-soaked towel and laid it down as a mat. I took out the needle, thread, flint, and steel. I made a small fire to keep her warm and to heat up my needle. The flames grew hot enough for their purpose, sanitizing and bending my needle. A couple of snaps and growls later, I finished stitching her up and began wrapping her wound to keep out infection.  I cleaned her legs and discovered that the blood on her legs was just run off from the arrow wound. 'Good" I thought, there was no energy left in me to patch her up again. My exhaustion overwhelmed me and I laid next to the fire. But away from her, I stayed. I didn't want to impose any more than I had already.

When I awoke the fire was dead and the mother had moved over, closer to me. I went to sit up when I heard growling. I stopped immediately. But when I looked at the mother she was growling at something behind me.  I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and turned. There sat a little black wolf with a slightly gray patch on its belly. Their eyes were silver unlike their mother's, which were a stunning blue. He tried to walk towards me, but a low growl from his mother made him sit again. I guess she didn't trust me. I looked at her and smiled. She gave the cub another growl and he proceeded to walk forward. It wasn't that she didn't trust me! She didn't want her baby to bug me after I had worked so hard. What a sweetheart. The cub jumped up into my lap, walked in a circle a couple of times and then sat. I fell in love immediately. This pure black little ball of fur changed my life, as I have his.

I heard yelling from far away. But that would be near my house. Mom! Dad! I forgot about them. I ran home and told them I got up early to get some berries for jam. But they didn't believe me since I couldn't find any berries on my way home and we had just traded for some from our neighbor. I went out for a hunt, I wasn't very good, but I taught myself. I wasn't as lucky as the others who had family in the hunstmen to teach them. I got better after awhile. I hunted and brought the meat to Creegan and Cella (sell-ah). Cella was in no condition to hunt and Creegan was still too young, so I helped. Each time I was welcomed with face licks, howling, yelping, and face nibbles.

As Creegan got older he started to sneak out and follow me home. But Cella would always catch him before he got too far. Cella regained her strength and began to hunt again, but she would sneak far from the humans and hunt small things she could bring home safely. Rabbits, squirrels, beavers, and ducks were top the list. When Creegan became of age to hunt he left the den in the night and came to my house. He snuck in through an open window and laid with me. From that day forth I introduced him to everyone in the village and I was so well liked no one dared speak against having him, and he was always at my side. People in the village even stopped hunting the wolves in the area in fear they would hit Creegan. Which kept Cella safe as well.