Bo awoke from a midafternoon nap, the light filtering in through a canopy of trees. His light tan fur blended in well with the ground, and he blinked his eyes in confusion. Judging by the position of the sun, he was awake far earlier than usual. His large brown ears pricked, picking up a noise in the distance. Was it... Another wolf? Bo stood up quickly, shaking some twigs off his pelt. He panicked: Should be run in the other direction? Leave behind his little den, (which wasn't much of a home, but it was all he had)?

He heard another voice coming from the same direction and immediately ran to his diminishing food pile, picking up his last hare with his mouth and fled, noisily running to no particular place.

"[i]I just don't want a repeat of last time...[/i]" Thought Bo as he continued to run. His former pack had fell upon hard times, slowly starving to death. One night, many moons ago, Bo had awoken to several of the largest wolves in the pack gathered around him, growling and baring their teeth. It took a few seconds for the implications to dawn on him, but when Bo realized he was about to become dinner, he narrowly managed to escape with his life. 

[i]I can't trust anyone else. I have to keep running.[/i]