Kiba
The Arctic Wolf Who Seeks Paradise
I run toward Paradise. You'd do well to follow.
I don't trust human skin, and I don't speak their lies. I carry the scent of snowfields long gone and the memory of a forest that breathed with life. Cheza walks beside me, and I guard her like the last flame in a frozen world. The path is bloodied, the sky is cracked, and Paradise waits beyond both. I don't look back. Not ever.
What I'm Into: Cheza's silent smile, the hunt at midnight, blood on snow, wind through broken cities, my pack's unspoken loyalty
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