Blacktail Deer Plateau hot venom is mixing with my blood

The virile wolf spoke his modest small talk with a mixture of civil dances and an underlying friskiness to his voice. The young wolf nodded his pastel head politely as Rayder responded that he was new and that he relished in meeting Ayvo. In all honestly the pale wolf was glad he had been able to meet another pack mate. It refreshed him to see other wolves in his new pack.

Before the pale pelted plateau wolf could begin another round of small talk Rayder interjected a very intriguing question ”Do you want to be better.’” the male inquired in a tone lacking accusation. Every wolf was out for their own good, even if they wouldn’t admit it. You join a pack to survive, you mate to carry on your genes, you fight to protect your home land. Ayvo chuckled before providing an answer. ”Id be lying if I said I didn’t want to be better. You don’t deserve petty lies for the sake of making myself look more noble. We are all out for ourselves, isn’t that why you are here in the first place?” Ayvo replied justly to the rusted wolf’s inquiry.