<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Akaro</span><br/><br/>â€œOh, my story. Well, when I was a pup, I lived far away from here, in my motherâ€™s and fatherâ€™s pack. The area wasnâ€™t the safest, or the best; it was filled with bears. They had attacked us, killed the whole pack, maybe my mother would still be alive if she didnâ€™t leave the den, or the bears might of found us in the den instead. My father was probably dead long before we knew it, and my mother was badly injured by a bear, but she told me to leave, then died right thereâ€¦. In front of me. I took off, and found this amulet about a year after I started to travel, not much happened, ran into a few packs here from there, and finely I got here after a year or so. Thatâ€˜s about it.â€, he responded to prince.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m not hungry and I donâ€™t have any friends with me, so you can take the bear sense it was your kill.â€, he added. He looked back to where he had heard and smelled the pack, and then turned back towards Prince then asked, â€œPrince, didâ€™ja know there is a pack here?â€. he made a small yawn, then closed his maw swiftly.<br/>He looked at a cawing raven that was sitting in a tree, then it flew off. He gazed at the black bird until he couldnâ€™t see it anymore. The raven reminded him on how fast you could die and how fast you could live, you could killed easily, but you could get your self killed easier.