Tsrmono saw no point in participating in the delight of vices, such as alcohol or drugs. He saw it as opening yet another point of weakness, allowing yourself to be even more vulnerable than you were before. He also saw it as a coward's escape from the dregs of his or her own life. They had no power to control their own life, so they just flush themselves down further with fiery liquid and blazing smoke. It was all out of cowardice and weakness in Tsrmono's eyes.
He had yet to see that other jackal he had met months ago - Enkiel Lykoi. He pursued an interest in the jackal mix, even though he was not full jackal like Tsrmono was. He was the closest thing Tsr would find to the purest jackal in the area, and so that was who he went after. The pack he was a part of - Inferni, he believed it was called - was the only clan of coyotes in the area. Of course, being in no way any percentage of coyote, Tsrmono knew that he would still recieve hostility at the borders - that is, unless he was mistaken for a coyote yet again. It was a recurring incidence, one that Tsrmono disliked to a large account.
The first thing he found was not any sort of coyote ironically, but two drastically colored wolves fishing in Inferni's waters. This piqued Tsrmono's interest. Coyote clans were extremely discriminative against wolves, so why were there two in the lands, technically stealing fish that rightfully wasn't theirs? Silent, infantile paws padded their way towards the pair, his short and shadowy fur dull and lifeless in appearance. Instead of speaking to them though, he simply sat some distance away. Eyes scanned across the land in case any coyotes had picked up their unfamiliar scent yet. It was now only a countdown until that happened. In the meantime however, Tsrmono simply observed the two happily catching fish to keep and take wherever they wished.
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