He smiled, knowing she was right, his parents had loved him to their fullest until he was six months of age when they were either nearly torn to pieces or were torn to pieces, which they could not help as they’d been protecting him and his sister with their lives.
Yes they were looking out for the best. They were loners so an idea of staying in one spot like a pack was quite strange to them, and I doubt would sit with them very well.
He said thinking of them and their ways, they were much different than the wolves that lived in packs, or any of the wolves here. Most of them back home had all been well chaotic. He was glad he got away from there and was here, he’d never have mmet all the wolve’s he had already.
She did look on the thinner side, but she did eat the fish that I gave her, so who knows, it might work to be a fish eater rather than a full blooded meat eater.
He shrugged at the thought, he didn’t think he could live off of fish and if he couldn’t eat any meat at all, he doubted he’d live long because he would kill himself for the lack of it. He worked for his meals and he always made sure to kill as quickly as possible to not cause the animal any pain.
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