revenge is a dish best served cold

*Malachai* · Updated 04/30/23:

Malachai had not been alive when they'd been attacked by Winterfell but he'd not been old enough to participate in the last raid, even if it had been just a practice one. So this? Well, this was exactly what he wanted to do, what he wanted to offer to his pack. So technically he wasn't officially a warrior but damn anyone who wanted to stop him! The young man arrived, the click of his claw covers announcing his arrival. He stood tall now, taller than even his mother and he wasn't even done growing, though ultimately he'd only really top out at another inch or two but he strode with all the confidence of someone who knew just how fuckin' big he was. And he was, a yearling now his frame had filled out, and instead of the almost sort of comically inflated figure he'd born in the last few months of his pup hood it seemed the muscle had finally decided to define itself. He was, visibly, a big meaty wall.

Malachai moved to position himself next to his mother, a small proud smirk quirking his lips as he noted how he had to look down to properly see her, though it wasn't malicious. He loved her still, in his own way, he was just nothing if not a young man in desperate need of an ego check.

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revenge is a dish best served cold

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Malachai