Say You'll Haunt Me

*Rhaegath*

The young wolf was in a rather foul mood. He'd been trying to track down Okami, but without much luck. He'd managed to follow her to this cursed land and then he'd lost her scent. He could handle the journey, that wasn't his problem in the slightest. His issue with Boreas was that it was so. fucking. cold. He'd taken after his lineage with a shorter pelt so the desert climate should have been his friend. Key words being should have. For whatever reason there was even a healthy layer of snow in the west and a harsh wind penetrated through the very little layer of fur that he had. What the hell was this sorcery? Obviously someone had pissed the gods off and whoever it was he disliked immensely.

The willow trees here had a depressing air to them as he brushed underneath their weeping branches. It just so happened they were his mother's favorite, but those were thoughts that he typically kept pushed to the farthest recesses of his mind. It was always best to ignore those types of problems rather than deal with them. He certainly did not enjoy thinking of his father. Now his grand father and great grand father? Those were good wolves. He'd heard stories of them as a young child and aspired to be as strong and gifted in battle as they had in their prime.

He was pleased that the Spartans were moving on to new territories. He'd heard stories of Boreas from his father and it seemed like prime territory to set up shop. Probably plenty of packs to raid and lots of fighting to be had and his skin crawled in the anticipation of it. All he had to do first was track down Okami and see how the aging she wolf wanted to proceed. The horned wolf shook his head in irritation as a willow branch wrapped around a horn. With a soft snap he broke the branch free and shook the nuisance away. What an awful place. He was positive it had to contain awful wolves too.

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Say You'll Haunt Me

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Rhaegath