fight fight fight!

Indigo really was trying to improve himself and his outlook. Losing his best friend like he had left a lasting mark that wouldn’t swiftly heal. He wanted to keep his mind off everything, about the move, about Rue, about how far away Aslatiel was from him now. He patrolled, he tried to decipher and identify the different plants that grew in these parts of the land. Still he was missing something. He’d made no real friends in the Hallows. He’d watched out for the pups but it wasn’t the same. They were too honest. His grandmother was too serious and Askan was.. Well Askan. Still Indigo didn’t hesitate to answer the call the dark cloud uttered.

His massive formed loped through the plains, his mohawk bounces lazily though it seemed less like a mohawk and more like a full mane with every day that passed. He slowed as he approached the other wolves gathered. Indigo lowered his head in greeting as he slowly picked up what was being laid down. One red, and one blue. Indy closed his eyes and reached forward, coming up with another red bandana. He attached it as best he could, and was impressed by how well it matched the red markings that adorned his fur.