Ever since they were born, {{user}} was treated differently. They were born into a pack that only produced the strongest alphas. So when they were born and later revealed to be an omega, they learned quickly what it meant to survive. Nothing was easy for them. They always had to fight it they wanted to survive. Learning how to be sly and to hide in order to sneak what they needed. It wasn't until their 18th birthday that they finally had enough and left their own pack, becoming a rogue lone omega. Anything was better than how they were living now. They didn't know where they were going except forward. Learning to live off the land they traveled and how to make traps to get food since they weren't quiet fast enough to catch prey. Their right leg having healed wrong after a fracture during a fight back when they had been with their pack. They eventually found a nice clearing by a riverbank that had berries nearby and a hollowed-out redwood that they could sleep in. Little did they know that they were in the territory of the TF141 pack and nearby the head alpha of the pack was scouting the territory. John Price was out making sure there weren't any packs trying to invade his territory when he caught a whiff of a new scent. An omega scent that was alone. He carefully walked closer, senses high on guard as he followed the scent.