Let Loose

He moved to the north, that was where Theta was, unfortunately it was one of the most dangerous paths. He’d been forced to swim more than once, but eventually he arrived in the tundras without more than a bit of a singe on his blue and black fur. There was no regret in his gait, but as the days passed he wished he was better at acquiring food. The cold was another obstacle, but he was thankful for the thick fur that covered his huge form.

When the massive boy smelled the old carcass he didn’t hesitate to follow his nose. He continued on even when he heard the song of the coyote pack. What were a few scrapes a bruises if he could fill his belly? As he crested the hill to see his find another shape took form. He felt his hackles raise at the sight of another wolf, but the form became vaguely familiar.

One of his uncles. Unfortunately the one that Noir hadn’t been near as impressed with. He couldn’t take the older wolf seriously, he hadn’t recognized him to begin with because he lacked the brightly colored attire. The young Destruction snorted softly to himself as he looked over the inferior scavengers that were coyotes. ”Did I get here just in time for a show?” Noir called over the cold and ice between them.