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|| Applied Storm Base on 11/25/22 ||

10/28/23 Wheeh... It's that time again. It feels so short since when I first got him, but it's nearly been a year since then. I wasn't as active during this leadership, as seen by the level. I had a lot of plans for him but never got around to it. Funnily enough, he was going to be named something along the lines of 'riverside'. Anyways, I'll miss you Cravat.

It seems like time keeps going by faster and faster as the years pass on. He still remembers the night of his father's death. And the slow death of the knowledge beyond the warmer, but still chilly, lands of the pine trees, as the elders were laid to rest. He knows how his legacy will end (though he couldn't be any wronger), as a bloody, sharp-clawed attacker whose scars are hidden by thick tundra fur. As the one who greatly expanded the unnamed group that Jiri, The Wanderer, founded so long ago in a distant memory of warm, grassy plains full of life. He can't help but wonder, how the culture will change over time, which traditions will be forgotten like the grasslands to the unacted upon proclamation hunt of the 'Eye'. But alas, time moves on, knowledge will be lost, it'll be gained. One day, he knows another wolf will lose their given name, and be given a leader's, like he did so long ago.

He always wondered, looking up at that grand old tree which split open the falling water's path, what the lands beyond were like. The harshness his predecessors faced. The lands in which The Wanderer, Jiri, came from, the same lands in which his father traveled regularly. After all, long lost are lands in which The Wanderer came. From 'cows' to long grasses spoken of in tales, sparking any pups' curiosity. He and his pack only know of the nelmas and the mountains, and not what's beyond the never-ending trees. Sometimes, he worries that Jiri's and his father's names would be long lost to the wind and to the outstretched sea like the knowledge of far-away lands. He shook his head, huffing, he had no time to ponder life's stupid worries. So he walked away on the frozen ground and into the howling, empty wind.