Kreft would slowly walk towards the old river bed with a hunch in his back, even though in this season he had aged another year he didn’t seem to care. No matter how much he aged things seemed to stay the same, at least in his mind. He looked down at the thin trails of gold that ran through the sides of the river bed, ever since he had joined this pack he seemed to be drawn to this area when he needed to think. Although the beauty of the marble and gold eluded him whatever he had felt once while looking at them had faded into the background. He walked away from the edge and sat down, he hadn’t yet held fight training for the pack since his promotion to a Commander. For some reason he just hadn’t felt like interacting with other wolves , he decided that he better do something with his position before he lost it. So the brute of a man let out a howl calling the pack together for fight training.
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