IT’S HARD TO WISH YOU THE BEST
The insect was bored, yet he found not want to socialize. He was not a social guy. He knew he wanted to be part of a pack, but failed to realize how little duties there would be. Everything was so quiet. His mud-colored body moved gently through the marshes as he waded through the shallow waters. A small salmon caught his attention, and he quickly pounced on it. His jaws ripped the flesh as he pulled it onto a dry strip of land. He laid down to eat his meal, eyes lingering on a shape near him of another wolf.
He was not familiar with anyone around here, not in Starfall and not in Sindri aside from the Queen he promised his loyalty to. He was labeled Sigma, a fighter. Something he hoped to work up in the future to Delta. He was not a subtle fighter, nor was he mid. His fire crackled on his back as he continued to snack on his fish, spitting out the little bones. If the wolf grew closer, his flames would raise slightly in caution.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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BURY YOUR PAIN IN A SHALLOW GRAVE
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