Aeoix

Zayaan enjoyed being able to know everything he possibly could. He wasn't a complete brute after all and had his own standards and goals compared to others. The Worg often liked to see others think that they had him in the wrong only for him to prove them wrong with the knowledge that he had. Zayaan had noticed something over the past couple of months. That being that he didn't know the world that he was living all that much. He usually stuck to stay near the plains where there was plentiful food if he was going to ever need it. But now that he was getting older, he should probably stake out a place that he could call his own and that wasn't

He is a prideful being. That means he isn't about to ask anyone else about going hunting with him. He had no pack and he had no friends and he was fine with that. Despite being young he certainly had the size to back the likes of him up when it came to holding his own. He didn't have the experience that most actually needed to make clean kills, but he managed nonetheless through determination and pure skill. At least, that's what he liked to call it. Zayaan considered himself to be perfect and that there was no reason to hone his skills either. The Worg was one that enjoyed impressing others that he came across and forcing his dominance on ot