Horizon Ridge I Never Had

The male didn’t appear to be as happy as Gavriil was, but that didn’t discourage the bulky male one bit. The virile pale wolf in front of him didn’t take kindly to Gavriil’s kill offering. ”Anyone who is injuried deserves the kill. Take it, if your pride won’t let you I will give it to another.” Gavriil never understood pride amongst dominate wolves. What good is pride if you’re dead? The male never faltered in his cheeriness even when others didn’t take well to it. Gavriil had never been a wolf to refuse help, he was glad other were willing to give it. The world would be a whole lot better if everyone was just kinder to each other. He did understand why the wolf didn’t want to take the kill. He was macho enough to hunt for himself, but Gavriil still wouldn’t refuse offering him help.

Gavriil bowed his head when the snowy male introduced himself. Gavriil was new to the pack, and he understood that the wolf in front of him stood more dominate than him. This gave Gavriil a sense of subordinate air, not wanting to further upset the male. ”I am new here, I just joined. And yourself?”