Blacktail Deer Plateau Stairway To Heaven

Fury nearly sighed, but that was something that he always caught before performing. His mother hated unnecessary sounds. Though she was much smaller than he was, she was the only wolf that had ever instilled fear in him (so he knew what fear was). Where am I from? Fury was confused at this question. He was from the wild, of course. He roamed lands with his mother, discovering and rediscovering places along the way.

The only place his eyes never wandered were down. He felt as if looking at the ground was a show of weakness and uncertainty. So, he held his eyes (with a bored look) at level with the Alpha's. "I come from no where and every place. I never have one to call 'homage'." He did not discuss that his mother had died, for it brought out anger in the male. When he was angry, he liked to fight. Now is not the time, he told himself, though it wasn't very convincing.