albion v macabre

Albion stood, a look of disdain crossing his features as his slender frame slipped through the crowd. He wasn’t so sure he wanted his big puppy frame hindered by so many bodies close together. The five month old pup was massive for his age. Though he carried the build of a svelte Klein Albion was much heavier than an average wolf. Like his bones were more dense. Awkward paws carried him under the bright mauve blossoms until he was satisfied with fighting where he stood.

He watched his father with intensity and had been tussling with his siblings since recovering from the curse. This would prove that he had truly beaten the illness, proof that he was singled out just as his mother said. Albion’s white blue eyes squinted in the bright light, part of his decision had to do with the shade he found. Maybe he’d be on more even footing as far as sight went.

He sighed heavily, but prepared himself for his opponent to show themselves, he was ready.


Albion Klein