Swiftcurrent Creek we'll start the fire and we'll shut it down

@Star :)

He exhaled softly, a wolf from the cold Northern lands, he was not afraid of the weather this winter would bring. He bore the signature thick coat of the wolves of the North, but not the color of the arctic ones, for his was the color of storm clouds, to stainless silver, to pure snow. When he lived on the mountains, his pack lived near the top where there was no air. Literally. Sometimes Raziel missed it, the icy coldness and the sheer pleasure of the whipping north wind as it battered against him. Truthfully, he only joined a pack because he knew, despite his well-honed fighting skills and defense to the cold, if he didn't have enough food and protection, he might as well be flinging himself to the depths of Tartarus. Loners might try to eat him, and it won't be pleasant for both parties, Raziel wouldn't like the feeling of his own kind trying to eat him, and they wouldn't be too happy with dying, their guts spread across the white snow, a waving banner to hungry predators.

It was the best gift he could give them, the best lesson they've learnt, they best favor they ever got, death. If they had to live the life that his half siblings on his father's side lived, the only reason they weren't dead right now was because of their fear of going to Tartarus or the Fields of Punishment when they died. Pluto was a brilliant mastermind when it came to tortures, there were so many punished already but the god could still somehow create new ones. It was weird, scary but awesome at the same time.

Raziel missed his home but he knew it was necessary to leave it behind, how could a product of incest be the Praetor of the pack? What if he was found out? He and his family would be exiled, for no product of incest were to be allowed on their lands. Their sacred lands. Incest was the worse crime they could commit, to mate with their own siblings, what was his parents thinking for Jupiter's sake. Didn't they ever think about what would happen to the products of their abomination? How much fear the sterling warrior gone through as a kid? Along with his other brother Azrael. Insomnia was his best friend growing up, nothing could get him to sleep, only staring at the stars, the moon, the sea underneath could slowly lure him to Somnus's world. Raziel was glad that Anselm never knew about their parent's incest, depression nearly killed him once, the tiniest and the frailest, he didn't want it to happen again.

The silver agouti lifted his head, eyes of mysterious green shimmering underneath the morning sun. He had caught a rabbit and some ducks and placed them in a cache, now he was hungry and walking beside the Creek, he wondered if there was any other food except for fish. Raziel feasted on fish for weeks already, he needed a change.