Let the poison call my name
06-16-2016, 02:14 PM
The tall grass plains weren't so tall at the moment. As he had ventured just outside of his territory to get some fresh air. The winter dragging along felt like a mild quiet before the storm. Rivaxorus was filled with a soft sense of worry. Sure things seemed okay at the moment, but when was it when other wolves started to target them. When his members were in danger, and unable to defend themselves. Well, he trusted them well enough to protect themselves. He made it clear enough that they had to work together as well.
He kept his large head closer to the ground. He would be two years soon, and it felt like he had lived for so much longer. It made him chuckle slightly. He would have to be proud of how far he had gotten. However pride could easily be his down fall. Like many other places in the past. As he raised his head. He hummed a little to himself. |
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