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Masazir was born to a loving and dedicated female toskal. However, she was rather old to be having pups, and grew sickly when he was still quite young. She used to tell him of her tribe. A touchy tribe that had cast her out for bonding with his father. She had never bonded on her Rite, and had been living happily with the Clan leader, a pair, if not bonded, but happy. he male having lost his own mate early on, and the two finding affection in one another. However, upset at her bonding, he cast her away.
As a result, his family wandered trying to find a place for themselves. The pair eventually settling on their own and fixing up an old abandoned home settled upon an impressive, but very dangerous mountain. A mountain that soon proved to hold many secrets. The mountain rich in minerals, and even some ore. But it was most abundant in salt. Not much liked at first. It was strong, bitter, and made one thirsty. But soon, the family found the value of it. Of the uses it had, not only in making food taste better. But also of drying it out so it could keep and last longer.
It wasn't long before they realized how they could make their living. The couple and the pup soon found their calling. None of them caring as much about the veined silver as they did about the salt. His mother had told him it was a sign from the moon that the mountain was blessed. The world was dangerous... but it was a good life. A happy one, if a bit lonely without other pups.
As time went, his mother slowed. Her age catching up with her, and unable to keep with her small pup and younger mate. Though neither of them seemed to mind. Every day, Masazir watched his parents' love for each other. Both of their joys at having found one another... and the sadness at knowing it wouldn't last. He didn't understand the sadness at first. The silvering fur had always just been a part of his mother. Didn't realize the meaning of old age.
But they prospered. Trading with those who passed by, and sometimes, even a few stragglers were taken in and began to help. With time, the startings of a village began to form. Small, tiny. But like him, it would grow.
But when things grow and prosper, it makes others want to take it for themselves. Their little home was soon attacked by bandits in hopes of stealing their riches. They were savage and cruel, screams filling the air as they ransacked and killed. His mother and father fleeing with him into the salt tunnels. His father leaving to help as he and his mother waited.
He never returned.
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