Me POV:

“So, nervous?” Dad

My family and I were currently going over to where the pack supposedly was.  

“Mostly anxious, why do you always assume I’m nervous.” Me

He gives me the equivalent of a raised eyebrow and chuckles at me.

“Did you forget you have a tail?” Dad

‘What’s he talking-- oh…  I see.’

My tail looked like it was practically going to fly off my ass any second.

“So what’s got you so startled anyhow?  Your usually either confident or excited.” Dad

“Well, I don’t exactly look similar to either of you, and I am uncomfortable with the prospect of being alienated by the entire pack because of it.” Me

“Well you do look really, really, really weird.” Dad

“Honey!  Positive reinforcement!  I thought we talked about this!” Mom

“Oh, right!  Just wait until winter hits, most of us are useless in winter because of how dark our fur is in the snow, but you’ll be right in your element.  Just get a high body count and they can’t do anything but accept you.” Dad

“Besides, you’re fur is really soft and strong.  You’ll probably get a mate on account of how comfortable it is alone.” Mom

‘And yet again you only have a one track mind when it comes to social interaction mom.  Great.’

“Hey!  Your back!  Who's the pup?” Giant fucking wolf.

If my parents are the size of deer, he’s the size of a horse.  This guy could literally take on a bear.  He had reddish brown fur and looked even fiercer than my dad.

“The pup, is your nephew!” Mom

‘This guy's my uncle?  Awesome!’

“Hahhhh? But- and the snake bite- your entire litter should be- what?!” Uncle

My dad just snickers behind me and my mother turns toward him.

“Told you his reaction would be priceless. Hehehe.” Dad

While my mother starts giggling, my uncle continues to gawk at me.  I decide to screw with him and start waving one of my paws in front of him.

“Helloooo.  Anyone in there?” Me

His face then tightens as my parents begin to snicker at him.

“*sigh* yup, you're definitely related to my sister.  So, you’re presenting him to the pack?” Uncle

“That’s right red-face.” Dad

“*groan* You do know that you should show your Alpha a bit more respect than just calling him by such childish names.” Uncle

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“Sure thing red-face, when should I start?” Dad

My mother was rolling on the ground in laughter.  My uncle just stares at me straight in the face.

“If you ever turn into your father, I will rip out both of your hearts and eat them, understood?” Uncle

“Right, right, of course you will.” Dad

‘I really hope he’s just kidding.’

“Well let’s get a move on, most of the pack thinks we lost two people, not gained one.” Uncle

We then started down the path to where the pack apparently camps out and arrived in less than a minute.  I really didn’t realize how many of us there really were; I was counting on the high end of the 80’s, maybe even low 90’s.  That was until I got a look at the pit where all the pups were.  The ones that, I assumed to be siblings, got into groups of about ten to twelve.  The thing that struck me as odd was that in my original litter there had to have been at least twenty other pups.

Well, whole pups that is.

There were about seventeen groups in total, however I could recognize a few stragglers who had no group.

I get the feeling that either I’m wrong, or mortality rates are a bitch.

A few of the pups were watching me, a majority either didn’t see me or didn’t care.

My uncle clears his throat to get everyone’s attention.

“Looks like we have a last minute addition!  Meet your new pack mate, white-- wait[he turns to my parents] did you guys give him a name or are you going old school with this one?” Uncle

‘Is that why I don’t have a name?’

My mom gets a little embarrassed, while my dad takes the initiative.

“o-Old school of course!  Why?  Do you think we were so complacent as to not name our only son?” Dad

His tone and shifty eyes were questionable, but his tail through him under the bear--why does that expression sound familiar?

My uncle snickered, but I was not amused.

“Dad.” Me

“What is it son, my pride and joy!” Dad

“Tail.” Me

He freezes and turns around to look at it.  While looking at it he whispers to it like it was a sentient being.

“Traitor.” Dad

My uncle looks like he is about to explode in laughter.

“Anyways, for now call him… white-face.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go and make fun of my brother in law.  [I can feel a huge tail push me into the pit off of the rock we were on] Of you go!  Don’t die yet, I kind of like you.” Uncle

“See you in a few months son!” Dad

“Good luck on the maiting!” Mom

‘SERIOUSLY?!  WHY THE FUCK IS FUCKING THE ONLY THING YOU CAN THINK OF!!’