Lore

The old, silver wolf was limping something pitiful as he made his way towards the rocky coast. His tail was held low and sluggish, no longer carried high in a proud banner as an alpha. How could it be? A stallion had chased him from his home... a horse!

Lore made it to a small tributary that emptied into the ocean and slowly lowered his pained hindquarters to the ground. He bent his head around to sniff at the limb, but there was no open wound to clean, only a deep bruise and a fractured bone that would have to heal on their own time. Lore expelled a heavy sigh before gathering his breath once more, to unleash a hearty howl. It was a call to his pack, and to any other lonely sole that might respond.