scars

One more from you and we should be done. :) Good thread, btw. (too bad it'll be the last between these 2 ASHFLS UR SO MEEEAN)

Wicked's reply was out of the blue. His ermine-coated pack mate was fearless in condemning his pack to die in an inferno. To wish that upon the living Wicked must have endured some form of abuse. Enough to make him feel justified in watching his birth pack go up in flames. No matter how verified Wicked actually was did not stop the gut-wrenching distress upon hearing his admission. That had more to do with the vivid scenes playing out in his headspace. The Gamma could, at least, find some twisted joy imaging his own abusers burning. Wherever they are...
INDENTAre we going to bond over how broken we are? Tatsuya dare not touch upon that subject again. Only a downward spiral awaited them in comparing scars.
INDENTEars swiveled at the mention of pups. So they had four sons? They were healthy? As is Tonravik? The wolverine let out a relieved sigh. He was bitter not knowing how many pups Tonravik has yielded prior to this moment. Yet Iqniq thought it was A-OK to tell a newcomer. I see how it is. Giving a mercurial lash of his tail, the stone-faced Gamma picked up the pace; enlivened by short-lived yet valid frustrations. “You're one of us now,” came his gruff retort, shouldering on despite corporeal aches and pains. “So keep up.” His vehemence was obviously fake but his demand was real. Wicked would learn Tatsuya was not a patient leader in excursions such as these.