Dawnlark Plains ι

skorpa out! <3

---

young pale wolf whispered to stricken mother. ayovi bound herself near them, speaking in hushed tones. he was told where to find this chieftain. more and more skorpa felt that he should not simply hover worthlessly near, but did not want to abandon them lest it seem in anger.

a kiss was pressed to the back of ayovi's ear before skorpa nodded brusquely at the reindeer-hunters. he stalked away with long steps, relieved to have something which might occupy him.

skorpa was growing tired of the general angst and fuckery which seemed to follow their neighbors. let them kill one another. he did not care, but he had meant it. if a clash might be staved with a word, then it must be had. darukaal did not decide what winsook meant to do in this war.

---