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Times in Crimson Dreams were never changing, but always moving it seemed for the young buck. His upbeat personality remained in tact through the past year as he had grown into the warrior he was today. He has once told the leader of the now long since gone pack, Jaded Shadows, that he would grow to be like his alpha father: large and strong. Comparing his current size with his passed father he has surpassed that goal. However, the wolfess had told him that he should not with to be anyone but himself, and this was precisely who he was. He was not completely an Angel or a Knight. His parents had left him as their child but his teachers took place in the Rhiannon and Sawtooth kin. The midnight warrior was a son of alphas, of warriors, hunters and healers. Regarding himself in him bedroom mirror he saw himself full grown and an adult, ready to be himself.
Large black ears perked with the new comforting sound of Savina's call. A gathering of his pack was starting. Drying himself off he shook the remaining water that clung to his thinning black pelt. The warmer weather was coming and with that, shedding. Tossing on his familiar beige cargo shorts he leisurely walked down the old stairs and padded into the front room of the manor. Stopping his amber eyes moved from packmate to packmate. His gold orbs landed on the ruby necklace that clung to his loving white alpha. His white teeth broke past his lips in a knowing smile. Gliding to Kansas and Savina he nodded with bright eyes, pups were definitely on the way for the two. Glancing to the newcomer he knew as Leroy he quickly took a seat beside him flashing him a smile. Last, but not least, he saw Brooklyn's white figure and was reminded of their trip to Halifax with a silent chuckle he winked, their little secret.
Times in Crimson Dreams were never changing, but always moving it seemed for the young buck. His upbeat personality remained in tact through the past year as he had grown into the warrior he was today. He has once told the leader of the now long since gone pack, Jaded Shadows, that he would grow to be like his alpha father: large and strong. Comparing his current size with his passed father he has surpassed that goal. However, the wolfess had told him that he should not with to be anyone but himself, and this was precisely who he was. He was not completely an Angel or a Knight. His parents had left him as their child but his teachers took place in the Rhiannon and Sawtooth kin. The midnight warrior was a son of alphas, of warriors, hunters and healers. Regarding himself in him bedroom mirror he saw himself full grown and an adult, ready to be himself.
Large black ears perked with the new comforting sound of Savina's call. A gathering of his pack was starting. Drying himself off he shook the remaining water that clung to his thinning black pelt. The warmer weather was coming and with that, shedding. Tossing on his familiar beige cargo shorts he leisurely walked down the old stairs and padded into the front room of the manor. Stopping his amber eyes moved from packmate to packmate. His gold orbs landed on the ruby necklace that clung to his loving white alpha. His white teeth broke past his lips in a knowing smile. Gliding to Kansas and Savina he nodded with bright eyes, pups were definitely on the way for the two. Glancing to the newcomer he knew as Leroy he quickly took a seat beside him flashing him a smile. Last, but not least, he saw Brooklyn's white figure and was reminded of their trip to Halifax with a silent chuckle he winked, their little secret.