How Raigho Met JeraIt was a nice spring day, sunny shinning bright across the land. Rolling green hills and waves of golden, red, and blue flowers blanketed the field as far as the eye can see. Bounding across was a strapping young male, his grey fur and bright orange hues were testament of his youth and health as he moved with such power and grace. The wolf’s name was Raigho, no longer a yearling he was forced form his pack, like most young adults, to carve out a living in this land of green. He then stopped for a moment and looked back, unsure of his capabilities. His old friends and family had faith in him, but he himself reserved that for them and the
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