WC:511
No matter where he went there was that tainting smell of wolf. No matter which way he moved he was faced with one, and he could bet none of them to trace their blood lines back nearly past the grandparents. How much truth did they have in the blood lines? How hard was it just to keep the illness of being a wolf within the one blood line all the time breed? Really, the wolves should breed with wolves. Dogs should breed with other dog, and coyote’s with coyotes. If everyone played good and stayed within the blood lines that they had to stay within, there would be no issues. There would be no mutations within the children that were forced to walk upon the lands. It was tempting to gather up all these children and then kill them. Quickly and without pain for it wasn’t their fault really.
The male heard the voice, it was another wolf. A stupid, self center weak wolf. He wanted to scream and he wanted to raise a fight, run the blasted thing off. However these lands where not his own, and he could not do just that. Watching the trade that took place the male snickered, so she was helpless, how his mind went into a spin.
Unknowing to the male this one wolf was blind; she was blind and had help of a bird something that flew around and could fly away from her. Something that he could throw a stone at and bring it down and strip it of its wing feathers. Pushing his paw one in front of the other he smiled that Romeo smile, it was fake, and it was a smile that could almost, yes almost be thought of care. Really though it was not. ”Are you lost with your weapons dear lady?” The hybrid male knew that if she did not have any weapons, then he could take the she wolf down and he could kill her, she would be one less wolf in this world and he would one wolf close to having a world where the wolves would not be trying to take all the foods that the little guys rightfully won.
Coyote’s, Rojo knew where the underdogs. They were always being forced to run from the wolves for they were bigger, and they were stronger. However once they had a mixture of the strength and wits all on their side…then, then and only thing would the coyotes rise up and take down a wolf at a time and take back over the world. That was Rojo’s plan to take them down, and clean this world of all of its impurities.
Looking down at the soft pink dog collar that he had traded for Kiara, he looked back to the brown eyed she wolf. He wondered what she was like. Foolish like Kiara, or blunt and harsh like Liam and the golden lady that he had meet at the borders. Either way he would get out of her what he wanted and then would leave her.
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