Tooth and Claw

A soft sigh escaped the maw of the snow hued male as he uncurled from the ball he'd been in during his slumber. He didn't rise quite as early as his younger sister. A sister whom was not the sister of his pup-hood. A tell tale sign that he had missed his chance to see his parents once more, but he'd thought them long dead. Along with the rest of his sires lineage. Still, this sister he'd come across, or whom had come across him, who knew, remained a ray of hope in a dark dank gray world he'd been living since he'd lost Kris. Unfortunately terrible tales were told. Phayte lived still and was bent on the annihilation of Sangesh's whole line. Surely the male would die of old age soon being some years older than himself!

Rising to the sound of a strangers voice he stood and grumbled, "What goes on?"

He blinked at the sight of the larger female. That didn't worry him too much, not when hunger was a far more important worry.