Crossin’ bridges with a pack ‘a matches.

Morgan · (This post was last modified: January 28, 2019, 02:05 PM by Morgan.)

He’d finally made it all the way over here, rendezvoused with Cry, and was given the basic list of things that needed to get done. While majority of him wanted to rest up with his girl, he knew the duties needed to be taken care of before he could retire for the night. Well, sunset was comin, and he started on his duties. Defending this big ass Forest was gonna take some gettin used to, but Cry was a patient fella who showed the pack greenhorn how thing not only worked, but where what was, and how to handle certain things that might arise. Well as much as he tipped his figurative hat to that, Morgan knee how to protect a pack. He mighta ran with the group of no-gooders, but he was what he was and there was no changing that. Cry had his loyalty for the time being, and while he hoped not to cross the suave leader, Morgan wouldn’t be giving up his principles no time soon.

Just as the sun was closing its eye for the day, Morgan rounded yet another corner of the massive forest. While undeniably indomitable in size, he was wary in case he stumbled upon this rumored bear hideaway Cry had brought up. While he was a big enough size to try and take on a bear, it wouldn’t do him or his girl no good should he wake the think up.

So with golden irises, the behemoth southerner kept his eyes on the scent-road, reinforcing a growing border as it came.