Impressed yet?

As he climbed carefully off the fallen beast, he took a deep, steadying breath. The young boy was panting from the effort of clinging to a thrashing beast. His claws ached, and there was ichor on his face. Unlike many of the older wolves, Bas had no fear of the ooze-infected beasts. He had grown up thinking they were the regular, natural state of the world. That the sun could rise, and the illness could fade was almost the strange thing to the young boy.

He let Bean wipe his face, and looked up at his fathers face. His heart thrumming in his chest, his veins alive with the words of praise that had fallen from his fathers lips. “Of course father, I’d love to skin it. Could I… keep the skin?” he asked, wondering what he could make out of it. His first impressive kill. One of the first words of praise from his father. He grinned, looking up at Azure with an expression of devotion.


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