Autopsy

He had just been on the search for a home. He was just accepted into the pack and he already thrived within all the scents of females. He was excited to meet every single one of them. Maybe he could meet them on special circumstances but he would never treat them like the bitches he claimed out in the world outside of Covari. Though, if a girl wanted it, they would totally get it. The man was odd. Conflicted, even. He had a thirst for girls and often lust overpowered his sense of reality. But, he was truly nice if you got on his good side. He had no time for the world to hate him. He could be a lazy bastard if he wanted, but not all the time. He would treat Covari nice and pull his weight as long as they remained active. When he was in Glaciem all they did was birth more and more pups that didnt do shit. Then when they had the seige it was over a little girl, of all things. It was pointless. No wonder Sibelle had no part with her father. It was the reason Kris had left multiple times. The Armada men were to full of themselves, he could admit, but Isardis was ten times worse then he should be. It was obvious. Kris would not be surprised if there were more like Sibelle, who abandoned the Pale King for a better life. But, he would soon forget all about his pain in the ass brother, due to his new found home in Covari with his colorful girls and eccentric boys. The man would find himself climbing on a boulder for a quick rest. His tail would hand off the side and wave softly. The man would rest his head on his paws and slowly shut his eyes.


"Speech"