Kiss my lips

Liar was obviously a man who would wander about. Now that his pelt stunk of a pack, he was constantly rolling around in dirt making his scent hidden. He would probably continue to do this for sometime. He had come to realize he liked his own scent better than that of something he was subordinate of. Why he found himself at the borders of an enemy pack, he was unsure. Not that he really cared about the bad blood between Sonticus and Hellstrom when he himself had a connection to Arian. One of the stronger walkers as he musted, maybe he found himself delving in the infinite curiosity he felt once more.

The man would keep his distance from the border though. With two packs sitting so close to each other, he would be mince meet in seconds. Even his own boasted ego was not stupid enough to now know when there was a fight he shouldn't have entered. His emotionless green eyes starring across the border. He smelled them, the pups of Arian. So they must have had a father as well, his ears twitched a little. What was that feeling in his heart called again, like a branch had stabbed itself into his heart. Nice. Would she ever return to him.