Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190110155650/@comment-5583506-20190110235912

Hate rushed over to the railing, eagerly hanging with his padfoots on the metal bars to see as the shore came closer. These two-legged creatures were probably eager to get off this floating thing and rest, but not he. He saw a land of opportunity and game where he could hunt, kill, and eat at his leisure. Well, as long as his mistress allowed.

Ylva walked up to his side gaze on the view as well, scratching the wolf behind the ears. "You hungry too, huh? Tired of all that beef jerky?"

Hate snorted in response.

"Yeah, I get you. I'll get you something nice."

Hate glanced momentarily over at the pig, but then recalled what he had been taught and so turned his attention back to the approaching mass of snow-covered land. It reminded him of home, but it wasn't.