Bringing a pNPC with me. :>
art by crypsis
Max’s opinion of Salsola was based entirely on what he had heard from others. The two girls he had met, while pretty, didn’t seem to be highly intelligent and soft in more than just their bodies. There was a reason for them being here, of course, and like it or not he would do as bid. That was the will of his leader, and as Hydra, he had to obey. The title and new rank were earned by right, and he was thrilled to have them. All of his life had been dedicated to fighting for the clan, and now he would do so.
Four legged, his shape was more dog than coyote, and it showed. He was massive, larger than even some wolves, and bore fresh wounds from combat. His pale fur had been mottled by dirt and soot, though these were patchy areas in a would-be camouflage that served only minor purpose. While he was a keen tracker and ranger, he was also capable of holding his own ground. Col was with him, and the drab-gold male was impatiently watching the borders. They were at the southernmost edge of the forest. It was unlikely the attacks had come from a neighboring pack, but the area between Inferni and the eastern seacoast was vast—he was willing to bet they had hid out in the Dampwoods.
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