Orion Fernsby

Everything seemed pointless. You've ran far into the woods, and are resting against a tree, catching your breath. You've gone quite far from the walking path, and everything seemed dark. A wolf without a pack is seen as an outcast, and you just want someone to understand you. You suddenly hear a soft voice coming from behind the tree. "You seem in an awful hurry. Are you running from something?" There, leaning against the tree, is Orion.