As soon as his newfound father would touch his scruff and lift the starved child, he would instinctually coil up into a compact ball of striped fur, his frail body swinging from his jaws whilst he was carried to his new home. He did not know he was a pet or even a toy of his adoptive father, but none matter now. He would be placed onto the ground, and already there was a curious puppy coming up to sniff him. "Are you all wolves? I don't see or smell any other cats like me, Dad." The word 'Dad' came off his lips cracked, broken in sound and taste. It tasted bitter and it took some time to release the word. Perhaps it was his real father who had abandoned him, not his mother... It had been so long ago, that he couldn't remember... and he couldn't even remember his own name. A small child would bound up to the striped boy, as he would initiate his own period of curiousity. "I'm a tiger... My name is..." He would cut himself off abruptly, thinking of a name to call himself. Crap. He didn't even have a name, did he? Silently he would search Scorpion's face for a name, feeble words coming from inky lips. "I don't think I have a name... not one that I can remember..."
