Hobbes312

The upbringing of wolves started when I was but 4, after the Seven Hour war. We were sent away, and those who resisted were brutally murdered. Among those murdered was my entire family, my entire friends, my entire life was left behind in the smoldering remains of a great colony once called City 12. Dr. Breen, traitor of the human race, had brought upon all of us certain death by the Combine, and abandoned alone I slept, until I remember being carried away. When I woke, I found that I was surrounded by dark dogs, matted fur pressed against the skinny bodies in a fearful creature in a calming pose. I attempted to investigate further, but a large gash in my leg prevented that. It looked like I was to stay here for a while.