The day was warm - warmer, anyway. Somewhere along the boarders of the Blackberry Fields, a massive white wolf prowled cautiously. Kanaii's white winter coat was still very thick, as it usually was. He got it from his Arctic Wolf mother, Tracenda Kokki. Bright yellow eyes searched the area in front of him, alert white ears flicking one way or another at the scurry of a nearby creature or a gust of wind.


Kanaii had hated wind ever since he was five months old, just like all the other Kokki pups. He remembered the terrible day all too well, as did Makita and Kauda, his cousin's who could quite possibly be dead and rotting in the ground. It had been windy, really windy, and stormy too. Kauda and Makita had been sitting with him in their parent's den, even though their parent's were long gone. Makita had strayed away and journeyed out of the den. Before Kauda or Kanaii could stop her, a huge grey twisting thing of wind dropped from the sky and swept Makita up and took her right away from them. Mainly, Kanaii remembered crying into Kauda's shoulder as she did to his.


That was one thing that silenced the massive yearling, but only one thing. Shortly after Makita was taken away, Kauda, Kanaii, and one of Kauda's friends, Akita Dashameer, set out to find the young tawny pup. Surviving on their own had been so hard... It was a good thing there were three of them, because that's what it took for them to take down a rabbit or a squirrel (as they were very unexperienced). One day, Kauda and Akita had been sipping from a fast flowing stream. Kanaii leaned in to get a good few laps of water with his tongue when his paws slipped on the slippery rocks. He remembered so well plummeting into the water and howling helplessly, though no sound came out as he was dunked under the water. The he had only survived because his muzzle barely floated at the top of the water. He remembered so well crawling helplessly out of the water, trying so hard to survive on his own. That was what silenced him, what caused him to become so sad and depressing.


Kanaii's head whipped around as the smell of deer darted past him with the blowing wind, which he had found himself snapping and growling at many times before. The young white wolf's keen yellow eyes followed the place in which the scent had come from, but he paused. His nose picked up another scent, though the wind wasn't in his favour. Silently, he let his tail rise slightly and his hackles raise a bit as he peered around. In a brief moment, he had spotted the wolf he had sensed, an average sized white female. Kanaii's eyes narrowed, but maybe if he was lucky she would help him hunt the nearby deer.