But everybody's bones are just holy branches.

The Fenmyre knight was looking for some alone time to train,to better his skills by either finding a predator to fight off or work on his stamina and strength. Many options were available and all he wanted was to become a worthy member of his pack, seeking purpose had been a thing, sometimes becoming a need, a desire to be useful for others, to satisfy his own self stern. He wouldnt openly admit it, no one had to know, no one will never know as that wouldnt be necessary, he owned nothing to no one, only to himself and that meant to do things for his own wish to outstand and be the tough warrior he wanted to be. The hot weather embraced him tight, wanting to suffocate him, and him as stubborn as he was, fought it, as he saw that as a challenge and no challenge would be ignored. His ears turned around, eyes cold but analytical. Until they landed on a wolf, a wolf with antlers. He looked at them briefly, before resuming his own thing, he didnt like to enter his nose when he wasnt being called.

"Dunkan Sarcova"