"One day young one you will become one of us. One day you shall live among the others with the look of a thousand warriors in you." "You really think so?" "I know so" That moment was a memory to be held till the end not even the spirits themselves could have it or so I thought....... My name echoed in the wind every time as it always has almost as if is trying to tell me something or maybe I'm being followed by my father once more.The colors of the wind painted a picture for me each day to show my loyalty and gratitude towards the pack which I felt and knew in my heart nothing could ever feel this good.Before my father died he told me to never refuse anything I stood by my fathers words like the stars touched the sky every night. Everyday there is a lasting moment and every moment counts but when it's over....the memory stays......forever.