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This ain't my swamp - Hawk - 8/26/2026
Ranger
His attempts to shift into his human form had given him nothing but a sore back, tensing and untensing like that, leading to him hobbling around like an old man. That was another thing that had been different, usually his Wolf was as spry as a fresh two year old, and would be until he was in his second phase of life, when the human body degraded beyond use. It had been how his daddy went, and his daddy before him, living in the woods and free from their two legged shackles.
So why the fuck?
Magic, had to be.
Some witch cursed him, most like.
Cursed him and banished him elsewhere where the stars don't match.
Now THAT part had freaked him out.
But today was a new day, his back mostly better, the sunlight peaking up over the mountains in the distance....time to get to work.
Bobby Hawk left the ruins that he had claimed as his den site, the ones that had already been partially prepped by someone ages ago that had abandoned it, and started...exploring. Following the deer trail, ears up and alert for the cracking of branches or the shifting of leaves, looking from log to vine for anything useful.
Looking for good places to piss his claim.