❝ trash had left bloodclan a broken and fragile individual, and although he wasn't completely put together, he was certainly more stable now than before and a lot of that had to do with the absence of Malkyn and her pack of hellhounds. unfortunately, their "packs" just couldn't get along despite the fact that trash had never expanded his numbers and tried his hardest to be assimilated into her pack. but of course his mental state was always hanging in the balance.
the massive, nine foot-tall hound slunk up to the border, head low to the ground as the emaciated beast followed the scent of death to the border of what used to be known as bloodclan, now the sanguine ruines which at first had thrown the hound for a loop. all his life, he had known this group by one name and now suddenly it was being changed? although he didn't particularly like it, he wasn't going to pitch a bitch as it wasn't his choice to make nor did he really want the responsibility either. slowly, the massive hulking mass of hell-beast would sit and wait for a ruiner to find him and ask the age-old question he knew they would. ❞