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Sequoia originally know as Winema, was born to the Alpha pair of the Silver Blood Pack she was an odd ball pup. She was born the runt of the litter, she was always stuck to her father Howling Hunter's side. She barely left his side for the first 9 months of her life. She followed him and watched him. She learned from him. Being the runt Winema was bullied by the other pups and some of the pack. After a year old she was often scolded for trying to do things she shouldn't like eat out of turn or hunt too far from the den. As her parents last litter their age began to show. She watched as they were challenged and defeated. Winema couldn't stand this, she ignored the new alpha's commands and bares the sore reminders. When Winema was very young and full of strength she fought to prove herself against the new alpha pair. She first went after the female challenging her it was an easy win, for the vibrant young female. Soon after the male leapt to claim her, she didn't fight she knew her pack would be weaker with out a male alpha. Soon a bond formed between the two. Winema had her first littler a bit young at nearly pushing two years old. She loved her pack, pups and mate, to her life couldn't get better.

It was a stormy day and the woods filled with noises unfamiliar, Winema and her mate went to investigate taking two more wolves and leaving the rest of the pack to guard the pack and pups. When Winema and her pack mates came to a clearing all the trees they were just ... gone! Winema took the front sniffing around when a two legged creature came waltzing around the corner. The beast pointed a stick at her and her mate growled and jumped to her defense. Winema growls as her mate did snapping trying to protect themselves and the rest of the pack. The creature moved, a flash came from his stick and a loud bang rang through the air. Her mate fell his blood scented the air and his breathing stopped with a single whine lingering. The rest of her pack ran to the cover of the trees. She howled. The two legged creature said "We found the wolves boys their out we can get them now. We got the alpha." Winema didn't understand what he said she only knew it wasn't good. He pointed the stick at her and she turned to run back towards the den. she met up with her pack mates and ran faster, faster... she could only think of her pups. She barked as she ran her pack mates followed howling and barking. she could hear distance getting between her and her pack mates. More bangs followed them. When Winema reached the den half the pack was outside and the pups and omega had been moved away. She growled an snapped. Winema turned none of the search party came in behind her. Suddenly their were more of the two legged creatures. Winema howled out loud warning but the sticks they carried all flashed. Her pack mates began to fall and rush in and attack. A few two leggers fell to the ground. Winema rushed to help grabbing the stick of a two legged. It wasn't wood it tasted funny and smelled horrible. She snarled trying to get past the stick to the flesh of the two legged. A bang she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her right shoulder, the two legged pulled the stick from her mouth and struck her violently in the head and then darkness.

Winema woke up and all she could smell was blood. She felt a sharp pain in her right side, she had been grazed by something ripping her shoulder open and hit in the head. Her own blood pooled and ran down her eye, she stood and looked around it was night time but the damage was evident, their was loads of blood in the air but no bodies around. She whined and then let out a powerful and painful howl to her pups and pack. Nothing, no responses. She looked around and noticed she wasn't by her den any longer, she was on a mound of dirt, she noticed a hole nearby and there it was. The most horrible thing she had even seen, she looks in the hole and sees her pack, she notices a tiny paw amongst it all and then knows. The two legged had found her omegas and pups. Her family was no longer walking this plain. She walks towards her den and notices all the trees had gone like the clearing. Her family... her home... it was all gone.

Winema had been wandering aimlessly for what to her seemed an eternity but was no more than a year, she was 3 years old now. Her wounds had healed and scars now show her battered past. through her travels she had realized hes two leggeds had invaded all lands, their was no untouched territory. She noticed the rival packs were so far and few in between now. The era of the wolf was fading. two legged that she has come to know by humans had started to take wolf pups and turn them into companions after brutalizing the packs. Winema had a great hatred for the humans and thus their 'pets'. She didn't go out of her way to fight them but in turn if they got too close she put the mutts in their place.One day soon after her 3rd year of life, Winema sought to cross through a pack of humans. Their were no humans insight only their traitor mutts. She stood her ground wanting to pass through but a male wolf whom seemed to have been raised by these beasts stood in her path. As they began to try and intimidate one another a human pup came from the camp. Wimena's heart melted longing for her own pups. she backed down. This human began to feed Winema and call her a weird name, Sequoia. A few weeks went buy and Sequoia decided to adopt this human pup, she wasn't comfortable with the other humans as she was White fawn (the human child). If they got too close she let them know. These pack of humans coat was of a different color then the ones that attacked her family. Soon Sequoia and the human's wolves had formed a pack. They traveled in and out of the lands now. they had found a new home a den that now was established by her pack. Wynter, her alpha unmated partner Ebony, Charity, Asuna. Soon Asuna brought home a mate, suddenly the scent flared into her nose, he was a male a year and a half old, he was strong and his coat black as night but his silver eyes reflected his own. His scent only confirmed it, as her smell lingered in him. This male was Kirito, a pup that she had thought died with the rest of her family. Now reunited with her only surviving pup and forming a new pack Sequoia slept with a little more ease. One night under a full moon Ebony and Sequoia became mates for a night. Soon after it was established that she was with pups. From the ashes a new pack arises like the phoenix. Their saga continues....