shark tank

Áskell trotted along the border, tail waving lightly as he went. It had been several weeks since he'd fallen ill from a resurgence of the ooze. It had stolen much of his memory unrelated to his skills. His companion Ari had tried to fill him in so he had some sense of who he was but despite his efforts he simply couldn't remember the places and wolves he supposedly knew. Not even his family. In some ways he supposed this was a blessing. Apparently his father and brother were dead. A fact that should've saddened him emmensely but without the memory of these wolves and the emotional connection it simply became another random fact to stash away.

Having been so ill he could content himself with the experience of simply being alive. His energy was up and his breathing nearly entirely back to normal. Áskell could go on a full patrol now without need of constant breaks. All in all he couldn't help but feel good.

His good mood suddenly came to a screeching halt as the alpha called wolves to fight. Uh oh… He quickly deviated from his patrol and arrived at the bay to see a spreading smear of blood in the water and a large shark. He swiftly pulled up next to the horned man. "Kaicho. I'm ready for orders."