Blacktail Deer Plateau Not your son, Not your friend

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The child had no burrow, no home to call his own. Instead, the roots had been sufficient in providing the boy with the feeling of a security. However, when the bay of another echoed in the air the child's fur stood on end. One bronze eye suspiciously peeked out from his retreat to spy the bear-like alpha male approaching.

On one hand Val craved attention, but these desires were overwhelmed by a passive depression. Slowly he emerged with his head slung low, scrawny neck visible under long and sparse fur. Knobby legs uncoiled from the ensnared roots and lifted his meek figure from its sanctuary. He approached Dante with a careful stride, tongue flicking over his nose submissively with ears at half mast.

Pack rules were simple: when the alpha called, you obeyed.

Valtýr was silent and unassuming; wary of the large man and his imposing figure even if he had no reason to be unsure of the Plateau's leader. After all, at the meeting he seemed level headed enough... However, the Sveijarn was in a sour niche, childhood spoiled by erratic aging, and he couldn't make sense of his emotions. " 'Lo," he greeted sullenly.