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When he was around a year old, Nomad was abandoned by his pack for being small and weak – they prized great size and strong fighters, and nobody believed he would grow into a worthy addition to the ranks. They didn't even name him – Nomad chose his name, himself. For a few months, he clung to life – often plagued by asthma attacks; he didn't have the stamina to hunt much more than berries and bugs and occasionally some rabbits. As the seasons swung towards winter, the cold season certainly would have finished the slowly starving pup off had fate not intervened. Perhaps Nomad had been alone for long enough – perhaps somebody, somewhere, knew that the wolf washed into a river would need the cheer and heart of the abandoned wolf just as much as Nomad would need him.
The wolf Nomad managed to rescue from the water, nearly drowning himself in the process, had no memory. Nomad was patient with the male, a young wolf barely older than he himself was, tending to his injuries and reassuring him at every turn. Since the stranger couldn't even recall his own name, for the second time, Nomad took the duty upon himself. He called his new friend Bucky, and the pair became inseparable.
Bucky recovered – but Nomad's health remained a constant strain. Bucky was always frantic with worry when his best friend was laid up for days at a time, coughs shaking his skinny frame. And so, since Nomad had saved Bucky, he swore that he would do the same. They began their journey, questioning any pack who would have them for clues about how to best help Nomad. Months later, encompassing the best of the advice, the strange little pack of two settled by the ocean.
Here, Bucky taught Nomad to swim. He ran with him, every single morning. In the clear ocean air, Nomad began to grow stronger. He coughed less and less, and he finally started to catch up in growth to his robust friend. Hunting together they made a fearsome team, communicating with the barest expression or swish of a tail. They were happy.
For a year, they had few hardships. They had one another, and that was everything to them.
The early snowstorm caught them by surprise. Nomad alternately sheltered and searched for Bucky, but when the blizzard cleared he was far from the coast, completely lost – and once again, alone.
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They'd been apart for 189 days, and finally reunited at the coast! It was as if it had always meant to be that way, as if the ocean and the beach was a safe haven. So there, they started thier own pack together, after helping out several wolves who ended up staying with them. Their pack was build upon trust, love, and the need to help others. They were like a family, there were barely any roles that separated one from the other. With Bucky as the leader and Nomad as the Councilor, they started the Adunati Rangers in Horizon. They trived for a while, but of course that didn't last.
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The valley went up in flames, the pack separated in the chaos, and some of them found themselves in Exodus. Bucky went missing, and hasn't been found since. A few died, and among them was Nomad. He and his newfound mate Applebutter died of starvation, separated from the pack, succumbing to the harsh life in Exodus.
Now Nomad is here, and he has no idea how he got here.