Shadewood ipiktusuktuk ✺

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The mountain of a wolf chuckled, the sound much more rugged with the few furs he had in his mouth. Swinging his thick neck around, he slapped the hides on his own, giving her gauging mint verdants a ease of gold. “I’ve walked worse on worse days- I’ll be alrigh’.” He hadn’t thought she was seeing if he was noble enough to keep this going- naw, he thought she was trying to look out for him. Well, most women folk were sly on their motives, but he didn’t take Kuk for one of them folk. She just seemed like how Gwen was when he and Vetty first came up here. 

Sand came eventually, and he thought it was a rather nice thing. Sand was cool. Kinda melty, but heavy men such as himself felt like they were sinking with every bit of step he took- he never knew why it didn’t bother him. 

“My Vetty died while I was out scoutin roun’ them Melonii bastards- and pups went with her.” He didn’t mean to sound so forlorn bout it- his mourning period shoulda been up by now- but it wasn’t. And he fell quiet before he did anything else to make him seem like a damn kitten. It was already bad enough he cried yesterday. Probably all tha folk in Shadewood heard him, for all he knew. What a shame.

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