Eurus was a wild one. That much was true, and the whole pack knew it. Opinionated, passionate - were
Eurus was a wild one. That much was true, and the whole pack knew it. Opinionated, passionate - were he the sort not to make friends, not to help the pack and his packmates live their lives, he might be unliked. These were not necessarily bad traits; only once they turned tepid with anger, the barest flip of a switch, did he become a problem.Until then, though, Eurus was a part of things, and happily. He seemed at home. Set, and settled. Despite friendships, allyships, few knew him so well that they could see when the surface cracked, those quiet instances where he found himself alone and introspective.All it took was the flash of blue-grey fur in the distance.A fire if ever there was one, Eurus was a Skydan, and he was apparently happy.Parts were there: flashes of fury, where the fire raged uncontrolled. Or the purposeful disappearance around certain others. The avoidance of the sick and their caretakers. But no one had put the whole together. No one had managed to see that the wolf so blatantly AT HOME was the furthest thing from it, and were he to have his way, all the trees around him would be burning to the ground. -- source link
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