The Great Gig in the Sky
06-01-2018, 11:59 PM
Winter wasn't essentially changing where they lived. Though not that far off from the volcano - they most definitely were going to get snow sometime soon. It meant food would begin to get scarce and they would have to be more careful on the mouths they fed. As far as Merit knew at least as his father called his thoughts were broken. The wolf was quick to turn on his heels, not far from the call to begin with. As his heavy muscles moved underneath him it was clear to see what he was built for but Merit had his idea's on food lately. He wasn't one for front line battling and he himself quiet enjoyed taking down prey. It was actually something to think about. As he approached his fathers call, something seemed a bit off. Merit decided to ignore that fact as he was a believer in what he could see not what he was told. Taking a seat he dipped his head towards his sire then remained silent. An observer he would never really be one to voice his opinions after all they were all based upon the facts given to him. Hence the nickname... merit. He merited his choices and based upon that he went through life. Walk, "Talk" Think |