Sand Castles

An untold number of wolves had passed through the maw since the fall of Ruina, and none had been his family. He had tried to call them back to him once and none had answered, now he felt bitter and annoyed that the family he had pledged his life to had chosen to abandon him. He huffed and swatted a goat’s skull out of his way as he walked the craggy path to the den he had once called home. Most days he traveled alone, leaving Astraios to do as he pleased. He had marked their newly made den in the Soulless Forest as theirs but his son hardly seemed impressed by it. The chill wind of the impending winter rose and raked through his fur before he lowered his head and continued to walk.

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