Panther Park Ideals of a Disturbed Mind

The grooming stopped...

                   ...Makaro lifted his head with ears perfectly stimulated as Slade gave the young wolf something he never thought possible, a gift. Looking up to the moon Makaro drifted into memory having to relive those days long gone thinking about the wolf that gave him those memories to begin with. "They were NOT my family..."

In reality they were not at all anything of the sort but those that did care for him deserved to be put at ease, "...-though. Compensation is due."

More information flooded the wolf and he only began to formulate what was about to come his way was nothing short of an assassination. However- panther park was no simple playing field. More then a rival pack lay in wait there and when it came to the golden eyed cats of that domain was Makaro ready? "How many still stand with him? " A whirly smile hit his maw, "-unless you didn't have time to count paws."