Overture Downs Burning Off Some Steam

Howl rose and stretched, and then replied to Ezekiel's question. His answer interested Zeke, for he too had come from a pack with many wars. His entire life up until he ran away, consisted of fighting and killing and training. His life was undoubtedly better now, and there were few things he missed about the frigid hearted pack. I was born in a pack like that. All of us had to be warriors, those who couldn't make it were cast out or used as training fodder. My mother was the alpha, and she pushed me and my siblings to be the best. And we were.

But I came to hate the wars, and my pack. So I left. I'm glad I did, because I found a true family here in Teekon Wilds. He said, unsure of why he had shared so much with this stranger. He seemed to be letting go of his past, it was in the past after all. He remembered a time where he refused to even think about the Winter wolves, but now he was telling their story. He was a different wolf in many ways now, but also very much the same.