The Trials that made us

Vulcan walked until his legs started to beg him for mercy, for rest. He wasn't going to let his sickness stop him from doing his thing. Eyes of silver lurked through the pack borders and a bit further. But as he went, he heard paw steps. But as they were coming from the territory, he knew it might be a fellow packmate. And how true it was. "Medusa, how are you fairing?" He said in a chill voice. "I am sorry about that, I had been sick these past weeks, and only now I feel better." He wouldn't use this as an excuse, but he needed to be honest. 

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