Ulv, a girl who was born in Norway, is abandoned by her step-parents. She has poor life, but it wasn't always like that. She used to have a family, a kin. She knows she belongs in Norway, but who are her parents? She is found by Oshio, who takes care of her. But one day, he got drunk and Ulv was afraid of it happening again. She left, and headed to Norway to find her Kin.
I was abandoned when I was 6. I lived in street life for four years. My mother was a cruel woman, who came home drunk every night. My father was sick and in the hospital, and he no longer cared for me or my mother. I was angry, angry at my family, angry at the world for letting this happen to me. My parents are Norwegian. I was born in America, but my parents named me a Norwegian name anyway. That was when everything was happy. They named me Ulv Olsen. I didn't know what it meant, and I barely remembered what they said it meant. Now, I'm sitting in the street, in my black cloak my mother gave me when she loved me. The cloak kept me warm in the bellowing winds. I stared as cars passed me. Yesterday, a kind man had given me a blanket, some bread, and water. I had some water left, and 3 loaves of bread. The blanket was a little dirtied, but still usable. "Hey!" I heard a voice shout. I didn't want to answer. I didn't care who it was. "Hey you! Street girl in the black cloak!" The person shouted again. I didn't answer. "Hey! Are you deaf, street girl?!" The person shouted, more loudly. I was offended. "No." I answered dully. "Good. Come here," He said. I recognized the man. He was the one who gave me the water, bread, and blanket. I hesitated. I sighed and took my belongings. Then, I followed the man. "I'm Oshio." The man said. I nodded. "Do you have a name?" Oshio asked. "Yes..." I replied hesitantly. "What is it?" Oshio asked, leading me to a cabin. The cabin was next to some other cabins, tents, and bonfires. "Ulv... I was born in America but my parents are Norwegian." I replied. "Ulv? What a weird name. Do you know what it means?" Oshio said, in curiosity. "No. They told me before, but I forgot what they said." I said quietly. "Oh. Well, we need to work to survive in this little village. See that river over there? Go and collect some sea clams. We'll boil them." Oshio instructed. I nodded and took my cloak off. Oshio gawped when he saw the wounds around my left eye and my mouth. The wounds were caused by my mother, who beat me up every night when she came home drunk. I reached a hand in my cloak, took out my black eye patch and my black mask, and I put it on. I went towards the river and put my hand in it. The water was surprisingly warm, so I waded into it. I saw a few clams, and I brought them to shore. I bought more and more until I thought it was enough. Then, I carried it to Oshio's cabin. There, Oshio warm was pouring water into the pot. "Put them there." He said pointing at the straw basket. I put the clams down there. I watched as he washed the clams. He put them in the pot, which was above our bonfire. "Go collect some grass." Oshio ordered. I went to a nearby grass field and started picking grass. I stopped shortly when I saw a dog. A black dog with blood red eyes. The dog wagged its tail. There was a friendly gleam in his red eyes. I knelt down. He came to me and I stoked his fur. I got up, picked some more grass, and looked back. The dog was following me. I walked through the grassy field, and the dog followed me. He even followed me when I went to Oshio. "Who's that?" He asked. I shrugged. "Well, we could keep him. A dog won't do harm." Oshio suggested. A hopeful gleam entered my eyes. I usually spoke with my body language and eyes. Oshio laughed. "We'll keep him." He said.
"He needs a name." I said.
"Yes, he does. Describe him when you were on the field." Oshio agreed. "He followed me nonstop. He was friendly." I said. "Dakota?" Oshio suggested. "What does that mean?" I asked. "Friend." Oshio answered. "No. He's not a friend to everyone, Oshio. He's the farm stray. He growls at my daughter and wife." Another mam nearby said. "Okay. Thanks for the information, Rubias. Ulv, what do you think we should name him?" Oshio asked. My Norwegian language did it's work. "Trofast. That means 'faithful." I said. "Yes!" Oshio agreed. "Hi Mr. Oshio!" A girl called. Oshio waved. "Hello Ember!" Oshio said. "Who's that?" Ember asked, looking at me. "Ulv. I found her on the street just like Maggie found you wandering in the grass field." Oshio replied. Ember had a bird perched on her shoulder. "Oshio, Maggie caught a bird today. We found out that it was a golden conure, very rare and expensive. We name her Bavaria." Ember said. "Oh, we got a dog. His name's Trofast." Oshio said. "Ulv, go play with Ember." Oshio said. For the first time, I complained, "Why can't I help you?" "You need to get your exercise. Bring Trofast." Oshio said. I sighed and put on my cloak. "Follow me!" Ember said and dashed off. Boy, was she slow. I caught up with her in a literal second.
