I grew up in a dark place. Metaphorically of course, as I was born in the high mountains. After birth, the mother is allowed four years of loving care with her child before it must begin to train. The day after it turns four is the day everything changes. Survival skills are taught to every child, damn near pressed into their brains before the age of ten. To top it off, endless tests are set in motion to ensure skills are properly learned. Survival is key. Without it, the winters would have claimed us a long time ago. There is no such thing as love in a place like this.
How else would wild wolves run?
