Welcome to the Circus

Acacius was very late arriving to the circus show, but in his defense he had been very busy digging up graves to find more half-decomposed corpses to practice 'healing' techniques on. By the time he'd arrived the fight was near over, but still he made his way to Medusa's side of the spectators and planted himself there firmly to watch his friend win her pack. She'd let him pierce his nose, that in itself was call for loyalty and friendship forever, right? Plus, she was one of the few wolves wandering the world marked with a pattern resembling a skeleton like himself. Most of his time as a yearling had been spent pack-less, and Acacius desperately hoped for Medusa to win so he might find a place where he felt like he could belong - him, his imaginary friend, and all. Go Medusa!" He cheered, pumping his paw in excitement.

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