buy you a new life

Although wolves hadn’t invented neon blinking lights and phrases, the word ‘fresh meat’ was glued on his forehead. A new day, a new start of something. While most adventurers grabbed new opportunities and chances by the metaphorical horns, Jormag felt rather lost. Being accepted into a pack gave him something to hold onto, but he wasn’t entirely convinced of what the future would bring.

Luckily he wasn’t alone on this stroll away from the territory he called home. He was actually glad he was dubbed the doubtful title of Sigma, to him it meant a chance to hide behind a mask of anonymity. His lower tier was actually a relief to someone who shun away from perfectionism. Instead he was on his way to greet someone who smelled of the same pack descent as him. It was a good thing it was on neutral grounds – he could screw up, but not too much.

”Hello, hello..” He said to the white figurine who had found a playful occuputation. ”So I’m fresh meat from Blacktail Hoof Platoo..” In all the excitement and nervous he even mentioned to screw up the name of the pack. Pulling his ears back and showing submission to the Kappa, Jormag added. ”So you got any introduction choirs for new guys?”