take me under

heaven's full & hell won't have me

Lykos would explain that he was not from around this area in Boreas but in fact, the southern part of it. He noted that there used to be a pack there and he had never been this far east before. Vulcan nodded, he had never been apart of a pack before, and therefore he didn’t really care for them nor understood them. His father, damn he fucking had a hatred for one pack. A hatred that fueled his entire essence, and though it was stupid, Vulcan was a creation of that hatred and the craving for revenge. But his father’s plans backfired on him and that’s why Vulcan was here now, far away from that man and far away from that place that he called home. He was glad he got away when he could, in some strange way he was glad he was talking to this stranger. He could be in a worse place.

“I’ve never really belonged to a pack,” he grumbled, “Is it worth anything? To live with a bunch of other wolves and work together and all that crap?” he asked, he knew that apparently there were some advantages but he wasn’t too interested in them either way.