Shadewood A foe turned friend

At last, the dam crumbles. All it takes is that additional push before once more, the shadow drowns before him; this time it is a release of emotional burdens. The Bull has never understood why others were so delicate, and yet experience underneath his belt allowed him to shoulder their doubts. Though the beast is often too keen to squash them when they turn a blind eye.

A gruff exhale escapes from the Bull's nose. You struggle because you are weak.

You give food and land to anyone freely, the Bull says, voice rough and monotone. Youth were stupid nowadays, thinking that they can make everyone happy while all it causes is those around them to take and take and take. The Bull knows greed well.

Don't be a mother, be a leader. Order. Demand. If they wanted someone to wipe their ass for them, they could go running back to their parents. A pack meant everyone pulls their own weight, not one wolf carrying it all.