Bruvvet

Bruvvets pelt glistened in the harsh sun, the grass. Dry and crisp. The gentle breeze carried the breaths of other animals. His dark brown eyes were filled with fear. He could barely breathe, his paw pads were so sore that he couldn't take a step without yelping in pain. He would eat the scraps left on the carcass, before vomiting it back up. After a while he couldn't eat, feeling so ill. His pack discarded him and treated him like an underdog that didn't exist. Bruvvet was born and raised in an unforgiving world. Now being sold to spread this horrid disease to others. To kill them off too.

He was told to walk along. He longed for the pain to end. Being pushed around, slowly falling apart. Limping on all feet is not easy. The leader of Riverstone stood before him, his eyes looking down. Observing Bruvvets frail sculpture. The wolf brang his.. 'friend' over, and instructed him to give them the money.

He was now traded away, like a worthless fleabag on the market. This leader is crueler than he thought. Pure evil. Killing off lives like it's nothing. His friend helped Bruvvet along to the new place. With a worried look plastered on his face, scared that he might catch the illness. Bruvvet felt like a monster. They entered the territory with him, bringing him over to the herbalist. Are they going to fix his delicate soul?

(I did in fact buy this wolf from a person who was trying to kill them! So.. Based on a true story )