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Answered the hero’s brother.
They were in the clearing where Kirdo and his surviving pack mates had made their den, exchanging news and thoughts that surround the incident Lyya caused, inevitably.
Everyone was there, but no one was especially talkative, even if it was a week after the incident happened. Rokal was sitting on the rocks that formed their den, for an old wolf it was hard from him to be on alert position for long, his bones would turn hard as stone, but he did it every day. Mukhas and Mista mourned for the loss of life, and plucked flowers --- whatever flower they could find in this time of the year --- and brought them to the site of slaughter. Lyya was forgiven, both by her friends and Kaltag, who once said she used him as a tool for murder, but still, she was shunned by everyone. Only Shadowfang seemed to have recovered from the impact of the incident and carried on his daily routine.
“Things weren’t always this way… ah, the good old days…” Kirdo looked up into the sky.
“Would you mind telling the story of your time with your pack now? I believe you owe me that story,” Said his domestic twin, “It would be good to cast away the grey fog that haunts our minds.”
Kirdo smiled, “That maybe is a good idea…”
Balto, Jenna, Boris, Muk, Luk, Nikki, Kaltag and Star belong to Universal Studio and Amblimation; I do not own these characters.
Kirdo, Kamsa(Shadowfang), Lyya, Mista, Rokal, Mukhas(Shadowsong),Karani, Siria, Dakea, Semas, Hunter belong to me and must not be used without my direct permission.
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