Never Give Up [Bass]

Brandr had fallen into the swing of a loner's life. He had his routine, the steps he took every morning, the wandering paths he'd take and a growing knowledge of hunting to keep himself fed along with the luck of a few agreeable loners offering their aid. He'd been lucky and he knew it. However, Brandr had been raised in a pack and part of him longed for that life again. Even if things couldn't be exactly as they had been he was longing to try pack life again. The boy knew little of the packs of Boreas. He'd managed to avoid packlands for the most part but now as he stood at the edge of one, peering out into the waving, inviting grasses of the thicket he wondered…. could he succeed in that life again? Could he belong somewhere?

Brandr tipped back his head and howled. There was only one way to find out and even if the inviting terrain betrayed a pack of bloodthirsty cutthroats well, Brandr was no slouch in battle.

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