look what you made me do
He'd never really thought of himself as a teacher. Or had ever had a want to be one. He'd never quite listened to his own, and had had a rough time with his young brother. No one would disagree he wasn't exactly a role model. Or had much wisdom to bestow. But the Heights was different from any life he'd had, known, or wanted. Maybe it was why he had a marmot, half alive, in his jaws, trying to call to three brothers. A strange muffled woof of sorts as he meandered to the area where most the pack gathered. He planned on a little game for them.