This wolf is immortal! It will never age or die. It cannot be bred or used in roles, or retired into. This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
A ghost haunted by ghosts, a shifting and aimless shadow, a flat and empty creature made of mist and fangs; a lost and lonely puppy, but also a monster, a horrible creature, something to fear.
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Brother-stealer. Mother-killer. Wolf-eater. The Warrioress said many things, but he did not hear her, not truly. Her words meant little; the bristling fur of her neck and the curl of her lips told him much, much more. She lunged. He reciprocated. And there unfolded a clash of ideals so great that they would have torn each other asunder if she hadn't been saved by a vengeful lover.
He awoke a broken creature, but not alone. Why did they choose to spare him? Why did they deliver him to the Mediciner? And who is this puppy who watches him brazenly while he sleeps?
The words of his brothers haunt him; the lessons of his kin boil in his blood; but, oh well. Their ghosts cannot reach him here. Perhaps that makes him feel... good.
Sunlit Cave
Worn Hood