Dawnlark Plains When I look Into Your Eyes

Artok couldn't stop the chuckle that reverberated in is chest and he nodded. Yes a real warchief. The girl continued and then ARtok held up a paw. Fury was dead, but he didn't have to say that. For now she could be alive for a moment.

First she not he. Secondly, by fighting and killing and winning. yes she had and yes I have. Though mine were small squirmishes. He tilted his head, thinking of the times he had fought. The wolves he had chased away or those that had went after him and he had fought.

Artok moved and showed her the scar that marred his right side and his face. When i was about your age. A wolf literally ripped my back open and bit into the muscles there.