Wolf Pack

Howling
Harlan didn’t remember the last time he had set foot off of this island. That was a lie, he ’’did’’, but it had been almost a year ago. Coming to Wano, finding Auntie Legs, training with his dad; this last year hadn’t been easy. Gruelling and extraneous training was undergone, all in order to power himself up. Harlan had realized that he wasn’t the strongest. Not yet, anyways. That was something he had to work towards. And he’d achieve it. Eventually.

For now, he waited by the ports of Wano, waving at the citizens. Many of them would be happy to see the rowdy half-Mink finally leave. He chomped down on a steak in the meantime, his nose twitching once a familiar scent was only a few kilometres away. Harlan smiled for a brief second, before continuing to devour at his meal.