Peacock

[after death]

Lore hums as she walks, occasionally snapping her neck round unnaturally to check you're still following. It takes all your effort to keep your last meal in your stomach at the foul sight. "OOOH!" Lore cries abruptly, tottering towards a gravestone. It is seemingly the eldest one, with cracks parting lots of the stone, crevices filled with moss. "Blegh.. It's all mossy again... I need to clean him once you're gone." The dead pup complains, before seemingly remembering your presence. "This is Peacock! He was here before ME! I don't feel connected to his spirit because of that.. but it feels wrong to exclude him." Lore sniffles, and your eyes soften at the sight of the creepy youngster's dismay. You suppose it's understandable for her to be sad, seeing as she couldn't uphold Peacock's memory as strongly as the others. "I have learnt lots about him.. from wolves coming to visit. He was a lead hunter, and taught most of the best hunters in this pack their greatest skills!" Lore's tail begins to wag once more, her saddened lapse disappearing and replaced with kittenish excitement. "I wish I could've met him." She preens, and you can't help but share the same sentiment.

[before death]

You find yourself on the outskirts of the hunter's den, where playful yips can be heard from within the thickets. Before you can enter however, a silvering male slinks out of the narrow entrance with a pained huff, his aching limbs cracking and popping with every step he took out. "Damned youngsters." The old sire huffs, before noticing you standing stiffly in the entrance way in front of him. His glossy eyes widen briefly, before he gives a short chuckle, "Pretend you didn't hear that. The young hunters are... just noisy, y'see," he defends his quiet mutters with a shrug, the movement causing a low groan to escape him. "Well, stranger, the name's Peacock. Lead hunter and 'resident old man'," he laughs quietly after his words, before lowering his crown to scoop a bone into his jowls, "Gotta go rally everyone up, come see me if yer interested in supplying food for the residents here. Help is always welcome." With that, Peacock leaves to plod towards the entrance, his walk still sprightly despite his elderly state. You can't help but feel empowerment just by being in his presence. From there, you continue through the pack.