Blackfoot Forest The Death of a Warrior is a Noble One

It's time for Gotham to dieee!!! HAHAHAHA! I am so sorry my wittle baby @Aaron @Hosannah . A few weeks or so after the actual destruction of Teekon :)

He had done good. He had done so awfully good for his new home. He had hunted what he could and had given it away to the ones he thought needed it more. He had done good. He had protected his home from threats to defend the ones he thought were worthy. He had done good. He had respected his leaders from the beginning, as well as respected himself and the ones around him. He had done darn good.

Today, the brute who's bones you could now see awoke with the rumbling noises of his belly- the noises that had accompanied him ever since the locusts had attacked. He had eaten barely, thought he could get by with almost nothing. Damn, had he been wrong. He lay on the ground, too weak to hunt, too weak to care. All he could feel was death slowly pulling him closer.

He let out a bark, a bark of despair, a noise of a dying wolf. He whimpered, trying to stand up, trying to show signs of life. He felt his body slowly shutting down, his organs twitching and sight getting darker. He needed Hosannah. He needed whomever he got along with. He wasn't going to die alone here. He barked again, tears welling in his tired eyes. If only he could close them for just a few minutes, but that would instantly take him away.