out with the old

Áskell sauntered along after his alpha. He'd opted not to bother himself with trying to remember memories that clearly did not wish to be remembered if they even existed in his head at all. He knew his name, a rough story of his lineage, and his duties. Truly, did he need much more than that?

Word had arrived that Hattori had wished to expand the pack and had found a forest of oak trees that might prove a suitable occasion if they could clear it of rival predators. Áskell had donned his armor and weaponry and now joined the group with his companions following close behind. Ari was swift to scramble up the nearest tree while his magpie took to the skies to scout out for potential danger.

They didn't have to wait long to find it for a group of hounds emerged to meet the wolves. Áskell swiftly set his defenses and barely had them in place before a large irish wolfhound charged for him. He held his ground, waiting for the hound to get closer.