#brother wolf

[perrymaple]

Brother Wolf | Fantasy House Tour

[skyloftian-nutcase]

oooh follow up?

In the hopes I'll get to the big change on son squad writing soon, anything new with them? These poor guys are are having a time of it XD

"I'm so sick of bananas," Link grumbled as he spied on the enemy camp. The red clad idiots were patrolling, with magic enhanced weapons. The kind of magic from them was strange but familiar, and he didn't like that. More importantly, though, they needed to raid their camp for supplies, and all he saw was another stack of bananas.

He liked bananas. Really. But if he had to eat one more stupid fruit he'd throw up.

"You think you can hunt tonight?" Link asked Wolf, who gave a huff and a nod. Thank Farore. Great. No bananas, then.

Which meant he was going to enjoy this. Because it wasn't just a matter of getting supplies, but also information. And maybe a map. He still didn't have a map of this land, and they'd yet to run into anyone else who could offer one.

Smiling, Link drew his sword and gave a loud battle cry as he burst out of the bushes to slay the nearest enemy. Wolf snarled and pounced next as the red wearing masked people (he still hadn't figured out what they were called or what their deal was, aside from them trying to kill Scars) rallied to fight them. Link ducked easily under a swipe of a sickle, and stabbed at one of the bigger one's knees.

He moved quickly, nimble as he was, dodging attacks while Wolf eliminated them in succession, and leapt on to one of the wooden crates in the center of the camp, grabbing a banana.

"Don't you dare touch those, you little gremlin!" one of the enemies shouted.

Link's smile grew sinister. His grip on the banana tightened.

"Wh-what are you doing?" the man asked, hesitating.

Link squeezed the banana until it started to rupture out of its peel, and then he threw it on the ground and stepped on it.

The entire camp went in an uproar. "YOU MONSTER!"

Link gave another cry and leapt off the box as all the enemies converged on him at once.

When the battle was done, Link smiled at his friend. "There's a book here! Now we can figure out where the next fairy fountain is. And maybe where we are."

Wolf's tail wagged, and the two gathered all the valuable items they could before heading back to where they'd hid Scars.

[esmaelnourukbayev]

Вай вежарий ду .

Китайно зулам деш ю Теркйистехь

[godzilla-reads]

🐺 Brother Wolf: A Forgotten Promise by Jim Brandenburg

Rating: 🌟🌟🌟🌟/5

“It is unfortunate that we apply our own moral standards in deciding which animals are good and which animals are bad. Of course, animals are neither. They simply are.”

Renowned nature photographer Jim Brandenburg chronicles his experiences with gray wolves in Northern Minnesota, where he’s set up his home base named Ravenwood.

As someone who lives in Minnesota, being able to read about someone who loves this state and the nature belonging to this state really touches my heart. The wolf is such a powerful image, and we have such a long history with the wolf that Brandenburg touches on with great respect. I really appreciated how he fought for the right for wolves to live in peace, while also reminding us that wolves just exist and should not be deified while forgetting they are a part of nature just like you and I.

“If we despise the wolf, we despise the true nature of the world in which we live. And our planet’s health depends upon recognizing that we face the same biological constraints as the wolf and all other life.”

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

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The Cult - Brother Wolf, Sister Moon

[aotomegane]

Ooooooo Ginger you simp

[apesoformythoughts]

‘“Are these creatures everywhere?” I asked Father Thomas Edmund. “These creatures or the ones with which you are associated?”

“Associated.” He chuckled over the word for a moment. “Yes, my dear, evil spirits and fallen creatures are all around us. They are not, however, usually to be seen in daily life.”

“Why not?”

He cocked his head to one side. “You can discern the answer to that question readily, Miss Howard. Why do the gods of the myths usually approach mortals in mortal form?”

“Semele and Zeus. The gods are less alarming in the guise of men. Mere mortals cannot withstand the glory of Mount Olympus.”

“Let us consider a counterpoint then. If men went about seeing their fellows transformed into beasts or witnessed the onslaught of preternatural terrors in the night—”

“Your churches would be full,” I said with a chuckle.

“At least initially,” he acknowledged. “Therefore if, as I and those like me believe, these creatures operate with an opposite goal in view, would they not be likely to avoid undue visibility?”’

— Brother Wolf

[starborn-souls]

This picrews been floating around my dash so I thought I’d make a Leon