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he'd mulled it over. mourned his father some more. hunted where and when he could; more often, feasted on carrion like some depraved vulture, gagging on each bite yet soldiering on, for the sake of sating his hunger.

there was only so much a wolf could do alone, which was what brought him to the mouth of the valley this summer day. it was better to recognize one's own shortcomings in the warm season, before the cold winds blew down from the north.

he was growing up. wouldn't rajendra be proud?

choking that sour thought down, surya howled, summoning that one-eyed man and his silent guardian. perhaps he was not violent enough for the bear-wolves to take him—

but what choice did he have? to go home?

as if.