Dogma Ptj 001 ⭐ Trusted

Not a symbol of a wolf, not a standardized image of loyalty-to-the-pact. A real wolf: grey fur matted with snow, breath steaming in cold air, eyes that held a yellow, hungry mine . It was running. Not toward anything useful. Just running because running was what it did.

That night, he dreamed of a wolf.

Then came the Glitch.