Fall 1999 – Summer 2001

The Mexican wolf named Colmillo was born in northern México on September 12, A.D. 1999. He was born into a pack to which he doesn't know the name, and neither does he know the name of his mother and father. When he was but a pup, still unlearned in the ways of pack life, a van pulled up not too far away from the den, outside which he was lying, nestled in his mother's forelegs. From the van came men with nets, men with tranquilizer guns, men with shotguns. The pack scattered, his mother leaving him in a hurry. The men easily captured him and other pups, bringing them back to the van. But Colmillo wasn't going to give up—as they were putting him in a cage, he struggled to get free, but his captors held him tightly, and he broke his right upper fang on the metal bars of the cage. He was called Colmillo, Fang, from then on. After a sufficient number of wolves had been captured, they drove off, taking them to a zoo.

A zoo in California bought Colmillo and also another of his pack, an adult, that was captured later. When they had arrived at their new home, the other Mexican told him news of his pack: they had contracted rabies—most were already dead, but the rest were presently dying a slow and painful death. Colmillo was overwhelmed by the news; he just lay around for days on end, hardly eating anything. The other wolf was sold, and soon, Colmillo himself was purchased by an animal research center in Nebraska. He was loaded onto a cattle trailer, pulled by a semi, and shipped off. While crossing the Rocky Mountains, the driver of the truck had a serious accident, probably killing him, crumpling the vehicle, and tearing up the trailer enough to allow Colmillo to escape. He fled the scene and headed north.

Winter 2001–02

After several days of trekking, in the dead of winter, Colmillo finally came to the Territory Borders, where he nestled in for the night after a dinner of hare—which he killed only by chance, by falling on it and snapping its neck. When sleep was about to come to him, the alpha male of the Firestone Marsh pack, Keakali Malike, approached and asked why he was there. The Mexican explained that he was searching for a pack to join. More questions were presented, and when Colmillo replied to the alpha's satisfaction, he was accepted as Scout of Firestone Marsh.

Colmillo entered the packlands and immediately began making friends, as he took part in a playful game of tag with the pups, and he also met another Mexican wolf, a female, by the name of Coricoteazer Completa de la Vida—Corico, for short. They clicked immediately, and she became one of his closest friends. When she went to the Lost Lands with Terrin Winges and got threatened by a coyote, he tracked her scent and followed her. Later, when winter's cold began its retreat in the packlands, on the banks of the Morning Glory Cascades, she met him, and they there professed their love for each other. In the latter parts of the season, he was promoted to Hunter.

Spring 2002

Sadly, their love was not long-lived. A short while after, as Colmillo was calmly taking a walk in the Wild Fire Forest, the voice of his mate came to his ears, and he found that she had fallen down a steep rocky slope. Corico lay bloodied, two other wolfesses who had gotten to the scene first hovering above her. The elder of the two, the one with some medical knowledge, sent the other wolfess to gather some helpful herbs, then sent Colmillo to get sticks to support her broken limbs. But when the two returned, his love was taking her dying gasps. Colmillo yelled for her not to abandon him, to leave him there, but it was to no avail. Corico there died.

Colmillo wandered for days, in and out of the pack territory, not fully realizing his reality. He eventually found himself on a hill, where he met another—more distant—friend, Fidelitas, and a female named Isis. He told of her fate there to those two. Later, he met up with Terrin Winges, his and Corico's friend, and also Piel (called Red), another Mexican, a male, one from Corico's old pack, Ojos Dorados. He also related her passing to them. They went their separate directions then, Red deeper into the packlands, Terrin to her own packlands, Colmillo back to the Wild Fire Forest.

He didn't why he went back there, but it was then and there that it finally hit him that he had failed his pack (just days before, he had been demoted to Land Sentry), and that he had a duty that he had to perform, so he was going to perform it; it was then and there that he decided to move on from the death of his mate—he had mourned enough. His venture out there turned out for the better, because he met Kekkon, a male from Gold Moon Forest. The two had a pleasant conversation, and Colmillo returned to the packlands in happier spirits.

Summer 2002

Summer came quickly for the petite wolf, but it didn't last very long at all. Right when he had his feet on the ground, news of the alpha male of the pack dying hits home. He never really new Keakali Malike, the alpha, but he had accepted him into the pack, and quite mercifully did so. The pack received a new alpha, named Zuriel Thanatos, a distant relative of the previous one, to his understanding, but the loss was still a hard one.

Colmillo ventured to the Wild Fire Forest, and, unbeknownst to him, it would be his last time here. There, strangely enough, he met two wolves he hadn't previously met—two wolves from his own pack. Those whom he met were Mocoteri, the new hunter (and his replacement), and Megan, the new puppysitter. Both had been recently promoted. The trio had an enjoyable encounter.

Returning to the packlands, the crimson-pelted one went after a squirrel near the Morning Glory Cascades, but it evaded him, taking advantage of his utter clumsiness. Colmillo tripped and got a mouthful of fur. The deltess of the pack, whom he had been introduced to at a congregation at a new den a while back, found him there, and they, too, had a pleasant visit. Well, pleasant, until havoc broke out.

A volcano somewhere in the vicinity suddenly erupted, releasing its terrible rain on the ground below. All inhabitants had to flee. To this day, Colmillo looks for another place to belong, to find a home. Perhaps one day, he will find a home. Perhaps not.

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