Work Is Never Done

The male had gotten awfully scruffy lately. His fur hadn't been as well kept as he would have liked, and he was often coated in layers of soot that practically hid away his intricate coloring, but he was also too exhausted to take a bath and the last time he tried to find a spot, the water was still dirty and not yet clear of debris and stuff from the explosion. So, he simply went about his days cleaning what he could until his fur got dirty all over again during his hunting and investigation trips. So now he constantly looked like a shaggy black dog with oversized teeth, but he didn't mind so much. Once the world went back to normal then so too, would he. And hopefully, the pack.

Honestly, he didn't like how stressed out his dad and the pack as a whole were. The world had been thrown into chaos and they were left to deal with the aftermath. He had kept to himself most of the time, hunting on his own and bringing back the scrawny prey he could find for the rest of the pack to eat before going and getting something for himself. He wasn't your typical selfless guy, but for his family, he'd do anything. And he did care about them more than himself, so he did what he could to try and ease his dads load.

He ambled through the area, eyes peeled for signs of prey again before he crossed paths with Valdis & Torrent. Ears perked up and he was curious as to why they were here, so he followed a short distance until he saw them through the brush and heard Torrent asking Valdis a question. "Hey Val, sup Tor." He greeted casually as he emerged from the trees. He knew Valdis' skills in battle, saw them first hand. Of course, he had also been on the receiving end of that, too, so he definitely knew what she could do. He didn't say much else and instead, waited to hear her answer to Torrent's question.

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