Bearclaw Valley I'm exactly what you think I am

Artok knew he was extremely hard to miss now, with his mixmatched steps. He hated that about himself, and it was on thing he had a hard time accepting. The only wolf, able to come near him, without him turning to them with a snarl was Scarlett. If another dared, without letting him know he was there. He turned golden eyes to her form.

he sighed softly in contentment. The itchy fur falling out, and leaving cool air in its place. He hated, the itchy uncomfortable feeling. Part of the reason he hated his wound, that was how it felt all the time on the inside. Itchy and tight and uncomfortable. I know, but I wanted to do it myself. He tilted ears backwards and then nodded. So far.