#wolfwalker wild

For as long as Link could remember, the wild was his home.

From the moment he opened his eyes, the green of his home was his first memory. He recalls the stalks of grass tickling the inside of his nose and the gentle breeze flowing through his fur. The expansive blue skies that stretch endlessly, and the bright warm sun rays that bathed him, as if welcoming him to the world.

On his first day he knew that he was a beast, one feared by all. He was a creature unlike any other and he took pride in his status amongst the wild.

He carried this pride with him as the days passed, hunting the prey in the fields and the small woods- deers, rabbits, boars, anything he could sink his fangs into. The thrill of the hunt, the chase and satisfaction of each successful kill became his rhythm of life. He would stalk through the underwood, blood pumping in his ears as his senses became in tune with every sound and scent. He moved through the wilds with grace and power that became first hand nature.