Constantly tested, tossed into the wild. Left to pit his wits and will against nature's fury. It was his initiation......his time in the wild......for he would return to his people a Spartan......or not at all. The wolf begins to circle the boy. Claws of black steel......fur as dark night. Eyes glowing red......jewels from the pit of hell itself. The giant wolf sniffing......savoring the scent of the meal to come. It's not fear that grips him......only a heightened sense of things. The cold air in his lungs. Windswept pines moving against the coming night. His hands are steady. His form......perfect.


Dilios tells about the time in Leonidas' childhood when he is thrown into the wild and expected to survive.