Peace or Tranquility? [open]

The young prince padded through the forests surrounding the lake, his mind abuzz as usual with hateful thoughts toward his siblings. His two sisters swore that he had sparked the conflict between them but he knew, oh he knew, that no matter what they said, in their hearts he would always be different. He charged for the lake, rage consuming his mind as his paws slapped against the water. He hated them! He hated both of them! His rage had consumed him to the point that he didn't even notice the sleeping wolf at first, and when he did, he drew back, surprised by her beauty. Never before had he seen a female outside of Valhalla, especially not one so pure and so perfect. Shyly he stepped closer, almost afraid. "Hello?" He called, his shadow sweeping over her face. He was only a yearling, a pup by most standards, but such an exotic wolf would stir even the most pure of heart.

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