Yeah, I *finally* got around to writing it. Don't expect anything fancy. It's just a little blurb to push the birthday journal outta the way.



Three years after the events of the Lylat wars, Wolf was doing his mercenary thing as usual, meeting up with a lady wolf at a bar one night. Her red hair was long and flowing, nearly down the entire length of her back. Her eyes shone like garnets, and her fur was as black as the depths of space itself. The two wolves hit it off pretty well, and decided to have a bit of fun, heading back to Wolf's place for the night. The next morning, Wolf wakes up and finds his lady friend had taken off, likely a roamer like he was, never content to stay in one place very long. Despite this, Wolf can't help but feel a bit of resentment towards the woman; left somewhat disheartened after --for once-- feeling like he wanted something more than just a one-night stand. With little other option, he goes on about his life, though now a bit bitter about what could have been. "Women... who needs 'em?" he'd say when asked.

About 9 months later, Wolf gets a message from an anonymous source that there's a sizable stash of treasure on a remote planet, one often used as a dumping ground due to its uninhabitability. Being a mercenary, Wolf can't pass up a chance at a big haul, and goes to check it out. Upon landing at the included coordinates, all he finds is a small life support capsule with a baby inside. The runt is blind in his left eye, just like Wolf. With red eyes and hair, and jet black fur, it only takes Wolf one look at the kid for him to know in his heart that the cub is his son. He takes the little pup home to Sargasso space station, his little criminal hideout in the asteroid fields of Meteos. There he raises his baby boy with the help of Panther, who acts as an uncle to Furlock, if perhaps a bit begrudgingly.

Time passes, and Furlock grows into a fine man, eager to help his dad with the mercenary business, and eventually take over one day. He learns to fly his own Wolfen, and is constantly tinkering around with his ship's guns.