Blacktail Deer Plateau gore & gold

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He wish he could. To just get a whole group and just like like the same kingpin his dad was, keeping bastards in check with absolutely fear and respect. That’s what he was made for. That’s why he was as big as he was, as fierce as he was, as stubborn as he was. He might not be good for conversations or even being a companion, but he was resilient and he had heart, shit. “I wish,” he started before shutting that tangent down. He wasn’t worthy of it. Hell, he got his ass beat by Flicker, Minori, who the hell else next? This bitch? Shit, how come he could snatch up on a dude, but when it came to girls, he was a fucking wimp? His broken pride bore fangs in the ripple of reflection in the river, but luckily his back was to her. He wasn’t no use to Liri always getting in fights- she had to have been tired trying to take care of his idiot ass by now.

”Nah,” he concluded, lowering lips back over dagger teeth. “I wouldn’t do much good in one, anyways.” Maybe it was good he wasn’t so tight knit in the little band they had- he would give everything to see his packsister prosper, but...
No. He couldn’t just leave her like the rest of em. He was better than that.