❝Taima ϟ Brute ϟ 4 yrs ϟ Delta ϟ Open❞
➶ I shivered slightly as the cool breeze ran through my fur. As I padded forward, towards the fighters where I would ask if anyone would like to join our rebellion, a slight feeling of guilt hit me. I shook my head, thinking it was just a small thing; that I was thinking wrong.
But, after thinking about the situation, it reminded me of how one of my mothers other pups, from another litter, had rebelled and left the pack. No one believed him. No one thought he was right. It was until he was banished that everyone truly believed him. He was but a young fellow, about a year old. He was always listening to our conversations and getting in on all of the packs drama. After a while, he started to have this crude distrust to our leader. After about another year of rebelling against our leader, gathering other wolves into his "group", he was banished, finally. Every wolf will remember my little brother, everyone.
After a pause, the guilt passed. The only emotions I felt were disgust and hope. I wanted other wolves to join us badly so, I quickened my pace and reached the fighters den.