Hybrid Theory

The large scarred male stopped at the edge of the river, water dripping from his muzzle as he took several large drinks. Turning his head, he scented prey nearby, but hunting big game was the last thing on his mind. He had scented pack markers, and if they found large prey remains, they'd probably hunt him down. And that was the last thing he wanted now...and if anyone from a hunting party had found him, they'd probably try to kill him on sight. After all, he wasn't the most friendly looking wolf...most ran or attempted to fight him, often resulting in them being sent away with warning bites and wounds. He didn't like to fight, especially if there was no valid reason behind it. But, as it would seem, nobody gave him the chance. They always just Fled, or fought with him. Simple as that. No questions, no chances.

Walking alongside the river, his fur dirty with mud over the most obvious scars he made his way up river. Towards the place he had called home for weeks now. A small den somewhere in a rocky field, hidden from others. He was getting kinda of hungry...perhaps he'd find smaller game, like a rabbit or squirrel to get him by today. He narrowed his eyes to make sure mud was covering the scar there, dismayed that it wasn't due to his recent drink. He sighed, he didn't want to roll on the ground again, but he hated the scars on him...something he had lived with since he was very young. A near fatal accident, killing those with him but barely sparing him. At least he had survived...but why? Just to be shunned on first sight? Ah, well it was something he was used to now.

Some day, he'd find a place where he belonged. For now, he'd continue to meet rogues and others who crossed paths with him. Till then, he'd mind his own business and try to survive each day with his meager catches. That was enough.
Besides, good things came to those who waited...right?
The hulking figure went towards the trees, just a few yards from the water and lied down in the shade. Yawning in the noonday sun, he twitched his ears free of flies, and waited. For what? he didn't know...