A wolf of red and a wolf of white settled in a small clearing, the crisp leafs of fall laying on the ground near them. The wolf of white named Caily (Cay-Lee), and the wolf of red named Flaimess (Flame-Ess). Flaimess carefully settled down on a red-stained rock covered in moss that looked most comfortable and spoke, "Caily you are a full grown wolf that needs to know the history of your mother."
"But you are my mother Flaimess."
"Of course I am. I shall tell you my story, my tale.... And I'll begin when I was a pup........"
(I'm sorry if it doesn't look good, I wrote this on my phone)