YEARS SPENT IN TORMENT, BURIED IN A NAMELESS GRAVE
Wolf had spent the first several days of his time in the Shore learning every inch of it that he was now calling his. Nahawi had graciously given him half the beach and a bit of the dense green foliage for himself. Truthfully, Wolf cared more for the sand than he did for the trees but that didn't mean he wasn't going to inscribe all of it in his head. Once he felt he was suitably comfortable with it, learned a few winding paths through the dense foliage, and found a spot of grass near the edge that wasn't too dry; he felt it was time to grow his herd. It hadn't been his original plan, but he was happy enough with the idea. He didn't know his father well, he'd passed when he was fairly young, but perhaps he could be close to him in this way. And while he had left the Ridge, perhaps staying on Atlantis could keep him close to his mother.
She'd always kept him at a distance, but Wolf loved his mother fiercely. Her death had effected him far more than his father's. He missed her, and he supposed he always would. He had no idea what kind of man she wanted him to be, or if she even cared. But despite all of that, he does remember her brushing his forelock from his face or smiling at him when he was young. And if remaining in the jungle was how he found his place, so be it.
Wolf was a lumbering beast, despite his shorter stature. You'd never guess he wasn't pure Ardennes at a glance. His entire body was covered in muscle, the curl of his neck was most prominent. There were hints of lighter influence in his blood, the way his barrel cut up sharply toward his haunches and the short hair along his crest. He was not easy to miss as he passed through the Commons. He wasn't sure what he was doing, if he was being honest, but the almost blank look on his face helped him at least look as though he belonged.
He noticed Corazon grazing quietly. Unlike some of the others who were looking around expectantly, she did not seem to care or even know where she was. He changed his course toward her, whickering under his breath as he neared. "Hello," he said, simply, he'd never been a man of many words. He dropped his own head to graze near to her own, but said nothing else. |
WOLF
hound x faolain.
ardennes mutt.
stallion.
bay roan.
15hh.
of the shore. |
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