December 09, 2024, 02:14 AM
Last, but certainly not least of Winter’s Wake’s tour of the valley packs, was Bearclaw Valley. He knew the least about this reclusive lot, and therefore took more time in calculating his approach to their well-defended border.
The snow had misted upon his arrival that afternoon, making it difficult to see far into this odd, fishbowled domain of the Bearclaws. Wake brandished several new scratches from his hunt for a gift, but he successfully toted a badger from the snowladen meadows, in the hopes that its offering would be more impressive to the wolves here.
He splayed the creature near, but not too near their borders, and sent up a querying howl in a bid for the pack’s attention.
A Vile Hunger for Your Hammering Heart—
Is My Very Nature That of the Devil?
Is My Very Nature That of the Devil?
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Will - by Wake - December 09, 2024, 02:14 AM