One day, when I was two years old my whole pack was whipped out, kwa the 'offset' pack. The offsets must have thought I would die soon after my pack was gone. But my dad taught me better than anyone else. Soon after eating a big meal I was off. kwa myself,
"Lone-Wolf, No limits, No-one to rely on, And no-one to wait for." I thought to myself. I liked my new motto, little did I know... That was the kauli mbiu I was, from then on, to follow for the rest of my life.

Later I found another pack. It was a long walk from my pack to their's... 50 clicks to be precise... Well I didn't find them, they found me. I had passed out from hunger. The the people who found me brought me to their den. I woke up an saa after they had laid me in their bed.
"Uhgh. Where am I?" I asked myself half asleep,
"Your in our den."
"Wha, what the hell! Who the hell are you?" another mbwa mwitu walked in,
"Oh good he's awake! I was beginning to worry about him!"
"I'm Humphry... this is Kate."
"Please eat... your starving." I walked over to a freshly killed caribou and ate half the damn thing.
"There. Now don't wewe feel better?"
"Yes. But I have to go!"
"Well... At least tell us your name."
"Red... I'm Red. Now I have to go!"
"Well okay. Just be careful!"Kate called after I left...