Helluva boss: alternate continuation

The mysteruous island

Small Talon's father's neck had several deep teeth marks. Each of them had crimson blood slowly seeping out of them. He had horrible gashes in his sides from where Sharptooth had used his foot talons to inflict damage. He also had some broken bones in his arms, legs, and ribs. His breathing was raspy and shallow.

One look at his father, and Small Talon knew that there was nothing he could do.

Father: Small...Talon,

Small talon: Father,

Through his blurry vision, Small Talon's father could see the large wound around his son's snout. He knew what had happened.

Father: Small...Talon, that name...doesn't suit you anymore...does it?

Small talon: Don't try to talk!

Father: No...I must tell you...you're name is no longer Small Talon...

Small Talon's father coughed, causing some blood to drip from his mouth. Small Talon could only watch and stare in horror.

Father: You're name...You're name...from now on...is...Battle Scar.

Small talon: Battle...Scar?

Father: My son...I know...you will lead this pack well...I...I'm so proud of you. Continue to be...strong...be...brave. I...I love you...Battle Scar.

With those last words, Battle Scar's father gave one last breath. He was then still. All the life had gone from him.

Battle Scar fell to the ground beside his dead father, and wept bitter tears. Each salty tear stung his wound as they ran down his snout.

His father was gone.

During the whole time Battle Scar was grieving, the other members of the pack found a way back to where their leader had fallen, and looked on in sadness. Battle Scar's father was indeed a great leader. Noble, strong, kind, brave, and wise; he led them for many years. Now, seeing him dead right before them, every one of them, including the younger ones who had only known him for a short amount of time, felt a great loss in their hearts.

Finally, Battle Scar stood up. Although his heart was still aching with grief and sadness, he knew that it was his turn to be strong. He was the leader of the pack now. His father had entrusted the safety of the pack to his son, and he wasn't going to let him down.

Battle scar: I promise you, father, I will lead this pack. I'll protect and guide them, just like you have.

Battle Scar then turned to the rest of his pack, who were looking at him with sorrowful expressions.

Battle scar: Come, there is nothing for us here. We must move on.

With that, the pack left the area. Battle Scar looked back only once at the dead body of his father, for he knew that this was the last time he would ever see him.
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Ever since that day, Battle Scar had led the pack as best as he could. He had grown stronger, wiser, and became the best fighter among them. His promise to his father led him to become the biter he was today. And he was proud of it.

The scar he had received form Sharptooth was a reminder of what it meant to be a leader. It meant putting yourself in harms way and facing the greatest of dangers to protect the ones you love. His scar was no longer seen as a battle wound. It was a sign of honor. It was something that he would cherish forever.

Battle Scar looked up at the full moon, and pondered over what Strongfang had told him and his pack about Sharptooth's defeat. A huge weight seemed to have been lifted from his shoulders, and his soul felt much lighter than it had in years.