A home fo the lost, alone and abandoned [Claiming]

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The protector walked without a destination in mind. His white fur clung to him wetly, dripping occasionally and his icy blue eyes scanned the land for possible threats. He held his head high while he walked, lowering it only to sniff. His tail was in line with his body declairing him a dominant wolf even though he was a loner. It was simply because he knew his strength, he knew what his presence brought. He was larger and stronger than most creatures and that made him something to be obeyed. Yet it was still a strange stance for a loner to have. A wolf without a pack, a wolf without a home. Being a loner was fun at first but any wolf would tell you that one started to get lonely after a while. No matter what you saw or how many packs you visited with a loner always longed for a place to belong. “Wolves are social creatures” the elders would say, rendering void any suggestions of travel, of becoming a loner from the young ones. Loners were made; they were not born because a wolf was always born into a pack.

It was this kind of loneliness and isolation that ate at him now, that bugged him and attempted to devour his soul and make him mad. He didn’t want to lose his mind to loneliness yet he wasn’t content to submit to anyone. He would never submit to anyone again, he was made to be the dominant one even though if they had wanted him to be a protector at first. Surely he could be both?

The rocks at his feet clacked and clicked as he stepped on them, they were also wet, he wish he could say it was because of rain but no it was simply the brown murky water lapping at them. The water had turned his fur a strange off-white colour but he would take a dip in a clearer area to clean himself off. He had being wading, he had even attempted to get himself a fish but that had being more of a game than anything.

He sniffed at the ground again and lifted his head to howl, searching for another soul. Perhaps he would make his home here? Perhaps this could be [i[his

[/i] place? It was a comfortable idea but he would be living here alone. Was that a good thing? A bad thing? He was already lonely as he was, perhaps if he settled others would find him? Perhaps he could start a pack? He howled again, calling all in the area to him as If saying this is mine now.

He looked out at the wetness of the bay and grinned. This was going to be fun, surely he wouldn’t be alone long? Perhaps this could be a haven for loners? For the unwanted and hurt and alone? A home for the overlooked heroes and abandoned idols. Yes that was what it would be
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