{ . Yiagoto. }
{ male } || { four } || { crush - never...} || { no mate } || { walking }
{ male } || { four } || { crush - never...} || { no mate } || { walking }
"Why do I have to be perfect when the world around me isn't?"
He trotted on the soft tundra. His paws leaving small marks in the snow. He paused lifting his maw to the air. It opened just slightly, air flowing into his lungs. His chest moved out. Then slowly a melody, a sound a human wishes to avoid, escaped his maw. It was nice loud. Yet soft to the wolves sensetive ears.
He stopped taking a gentle step forward. A hoot was all that he got in return.






















