Manifesto

WOO! I'll sneak this quick post in to round it out. <3

Skull was not a creature devoid of hope. In fact, it existed within him as a constant, and he rarely found reason to dread the future. The effort to wallow and bemoan was better put to use fixing the problems, or pursuing greater, more fruitful avenues. He had done just that as a younger wolf, and now he thrived as a protector of the creed known as Tartok. He chuffed warmly and fell in step just off her shoulder, matching her stride, and tuning his senses away from her, and to the world around them in search of a proper quarry. Now, not only was it Tartok he protected, but Tuwawi's family as well.