Youngbloods

Ganta would move along behind his father, helping his brother best he could to keep up. His silvery-white eyes were shining happily, oblivious to the impending danger that their father had placed them in by claiming a pack that sat idle. The boy was innocent to such nonsense as alphaship and packs, and really knew only a few things. Family. Food. Sleeping. Eating. The young man would breathe in as he let out a playful giggle, nipping Obscoro gently every time his blind brother strayed from the path. He was happy to be out with his brother and father.

These lands were strange, far from where he was born. He would wag his little tail happily, flipping his hair back happily. This was great! The sunshine, the air, the birdsong. He would look up as his father stopped, gently nosing his brother. "We stoppin'" He would whisper to the other, looking up at his father with shining eyes. He wanted to ask what they were doing here, but he didn't want to annoy his father either.