The silent white male had come to make a home of Sindri, acting as just a silent guard for the pack. He watched wolves come and go, the reign of queens change from Athena to Swallowtail, Phobus’s war and now the recently ceased war over a lass named Aurora, and now…a plague. It reminded him of his old home, haunted by evil spirits who mainly went after the lives of humans. The one in particular that stuck out was when a city was covered in a smog of sorts that was slowly deteriorating the health of the human, and animal, citizens. Shiranui had been lucky to not be afflicted with anything then, but now, it seemed that was not the case. He had been fighting a fever over the past few weeks, not quite being able to break it, and becoming more and more tired by the day. He felt awful, but still managed to do his rounds of the border, only vaguely remembering the ongoings within Sindri. This was just another day, he thought. He’d do his rounds again. The white male with his multiple black tipped tails had only gotten a third of the way around the lands, being in the most marshy parts that overlooked the ocean, before his legs gave out from the implications of prolonged fever coursing through his immune system. He could not help but noticed the water felt so nice on his hot body, not noticing the life fading from him as his heartbeat slowed, and eventually stopped. Shiranui’s body looked at peace as the marshy lands and the salty ocean slowly gave him a watery burial.

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