Those Golden Eyes
So HFA is being put on hold because this amazing idea came to my head. @meido-zangetsuha, You’re gonna love this.
He limped on the rocky edge, granite scraping his paws. Every step took a heave of breath. Fucking wolves. Fucking curse. What kind of existence was this? Fighting off predators, guarding his meals, watching the sky rotate above him day after day. The winter a cold unforgiving bite, the spring literally a pollen sneeze-fest, the autumn making it impossible to hunt with the crunch of leaves beneath him. The summer was physically pleasant but also when all predators were full of competitive energy. Sometimes he got through the season without a scratch.
His nose was bleeding down his muzzle. As he knew his vision was fading, he asked himself the very last line of self-preservation. The question that kept him from fully becoming the animal that he was; What is my name?