It's going to kill you slowly
04-29-2014, 06:05 PM
Recently Quelt had been doing a lot of thinking, and maybe that was bad for him. He hadn't been around as much as he'd like, been too distracted by his sister. By everything in fact, he sighed. Well in that hopes he'd get things together when he felt the confidence he wanted to try and claim a pack. A home, someplace where he wasn't as much of a ghost as he was now. He definitely felt like he was fluttering in the wind. His conversations were held short, and he mostly never saw the wolves he conversed with ever again from one short meeting. Erani and Vahva had been an exception though, and Serra was his sister so he couldn't do much about that. Perhaps being alone was best for him before his big outbreak. No dragging anyone down if the pack members of the pack he challenged for were pissed at him. That was a high chance as his paws carried him to the oasis. The huge man lowered his snout to drink some of the water, giving a soft sigh to himself. Speech, |
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