The charcoal brute walked up the mountain. He was on a mission. He was going to complete his dream of leading a pack. He would strong and kind, under a word of peace. He would forbid fighting. He would forbid treachery. He would forbid killing. He wanted everyone to find love and make children to continue the species. He wanted everyone to be happy. He wanted people to fight out their arguements through words, and not violence. Nothing is solved through violence only words. He breathed firmly in this. He wanted the future children to have a father and a mother. He would adopt pups in if he had, too. Every pup needs a father and mother to make it through their lives. He was a pup without a father, but he had someone that he grew very close too.

His sister. He and Gina were always close and never seem to fall too far apart. He was thankful for his sister, but in time, they had to go their separate ways. This was his way, and he was positive she will do the same thing. He hoped and prayed to the gods above that they would answer his prayers. He continued up the treacherous journey to the top of the mountain. Soon enough, his goal was up ahead. He stood at the top with his head held high, and his body extended. He howled,"I claim this place in the Carter. The Northern Pack shall now be ruled under me." His voice boomed over the valley. Every creature would hear this, and would abide by it.

post; complete
mood; rushing
comments; PWNED! xD