Kashikoi, Scrap, and Kashi, those were all names the small wolf went by, Second and healer in training was the titles he went by. But who was he really? All blood family left behind and friends lost in the torrent of life while new bonds were forged. Now was a time of thinking, of self healing as it were. The brown wolf strode in silence through the quiet meadow thinking of past experiences. Was he a coward, a fool? or was he a brave warrior of heart? these were the thoughts that passed through his mind. Guilty or innocent by ignorance and kindness? He was the reason Nina's form had been wrecked, torn and all but killed. Heavy heart, heavy mind, it seemed to many memories for one as young as he. He had walked with death at his side as his only friend till the live of a pack brought him back from the brink.
He rose his snout to the air smelling dear and bringing back more memories. A hunt with two lone wolves made friends but that was before the creak when they all but disappeared leaving him alone yet again. Then the wolf Nina, the lone healer and then pack sister, friend. Oh the Diapason of the meadow was quiet in the meadow yet beautiful and healing. Perhaps he would never know who he was but wasn't that what made life your friend and not death? The thoughts of past as much as they brought a tear to his amber eye also made his tail wag in joy. Now was the time to rejoin life's side.
With death comes life and with life comes hope.