Daija was born last in a litter of four. Smaller in comparison to the other Daija learned to be faster, quickly taking to the world with gusto. Adventurous, and outgoing two traits she acquired almost immediately. While her siblings displayed their own personalities such as bully, bravery, cunning and so on Daija found passion in learning the world around her. The first to howl, the first to talk she became an endless chatterbox with a thirst for learning, understanding, and acceptance.

As months flew by her personality took shape. The world a new adventure she couldn’t wait to explore. Bugs, ants, birds, and everything within her immediate world was quickly investigated. While her older sister seemed to favor her brain, Daija found her internal senses to be more useful at finding where she stood and what she thought. While her two brothers were off pouching on bugs and lizards Daija learned to use her nose, finding a small mouse scouring the ground for food. It was this drive that had Daija learning more about life. She held no rivalries with her siblings because such behavior wasn’t encouraged. As her father had always said, ‘one didn’t fight with their own.’

Around her first year she met Ash, a male she took a liking to. Around this time in her life, Daija started to come into her own. Outgoing, delightful, and empathetic. Maybe this was what caught his attention. Both became strong friends, learning, and working together like a well-oiled machine. Each suiting the other down to their core. Daija quickly fell hard, finding him as wonderful as any male could ever be. It helped that they were both around the same age with Ash being only a few weeks older. In each other, they explored, laughed, made their first kill together, and played various games in the rain. Tag being their favorite.

Pushing into year two a bond slowly started to grow, one that went further than friendship, that couldn’t just be friendship mentality. Her mother and father both waited for their pairing, for the moment when they realized they were meant to be mates. This never happened, neither ready to express their feelings for one another. Daija finding the words to always stick in her throat, and Ash not sure how to express himself. Therefore, their song and dance continued the push and pull, back and forth leading to biting their own tails more often than not.

I’d like to say Daija had a tragic history, one that shaped her for better or worse, but she didn’t. Tragedy doesn’t only happen in the past, it happens in the here and now. In the unexpected. Nevertheless, some parts of the past help to change things, it makes up who we are. Daija learned a hard lesson. It cost her the family she knows, the future she should have had, and the best friend she needed. Everything happened so fast that year that even now Daija couldn’t fully remember all the details. A female wolf by the name of Ember set her sights on Ash, her drive to have him… strong. Many of the males called her beautiful with a red almost burnt copper coat and soft pale yellow eyes. It was said Ember had been born to be a leader, created by the wolf gods so that they might stare in wonder at their created.

For months, Ember worked at making friends with Daija. Ash often coming along. Nevertheless, as always things can’t stay peaceful, something had to push her to start her journey. In true jealousy style Ember, lead Daija out into the forest. The attack happened before Daija could react. At only two and a half years of age, Daija was driven from her home. Ember’s threats and the scars staining her body ensured Daija’s reluctant surrender.

For the last months, Daija learned to survive, eating what she can to stay alive but slowly growing weaker. A new chapter to her story is just beginning.

none yet