Duskfire Glacier You broke your oath, you lost your ties

Artok stood firm with three feet on the ground. His fourth leg, his right front. He held it tight to his chest. He could walk now for a bit, before he had to rest. However, he would not be able to go very far. He planned on leaving as soon as he could walk further. Perhaps in the next few days, he would tell Scarlett and he would find Malachi. He still had much to say to the leader. Tell him what kind of fool he was, and then he'd be gone. Just as quickly and quietly as he had come.

He tightened his jaw, a rebel gaze in his face. He was tired of conforming to what was expected of him. He had manners and morals, but he also was tired of taking the licks that the world saw fit to give him. He was a fatherless son, a motherless child. He had no ties, and he would make none. He was better off alone perhaps, though a part of him cared deeply for his caretaker.