It was a rough beginning, no where to go. And no one to turned to. Knowing it was a stretch, but not many of his pack liked humans... Which made the decision to pose as one all the humorous.<br/><br/>Leaving the hell he once called home, he went from place to place, taking on two odd jobs after the last and sleeping outside, giving little regards about his living conditions. He could care less about that. As long as his pack could not find nor recognize him... He was content with anything.<br/><br/>Not an eye waved in his direction, not a damn was given as he vanished from all's eyes. Nobody went to rescue the pack's true Alpha... And he could only imagine how hilarious it would be to see them looking all over him.<br/><br/>Though he went to school for a year or two... Until three of his<span style="font-style: italic">"best friends"</span>came to a party to his work. Since then, he has been hiding in this cabin, made by himself about two years ago.<br/><br/>But it was time to get to work on his injured guest. "Geez. Whoever did this must really want something to do with you." He thought to himself as he started to clean the blood from the body, wrapping any fur-less parts in bandages. Finally finished, he placed the wolf underneath the sheets of the bed. Tired and exhausted from gathering firewood, the man sat in his rocking chair, sleeping taking him as fast as it could.