When the storm just beats you down

This time he had left Bones guarding the den, now that the pups were moving out of the den he felt his companion should help out his mother in watching them. So the young male took off alone to hunt. He had crossed through the plains and headed to the Moor in hopes of getting some rabbits. It was extra dreary in this territory today, but the boy didn't mind the darker it was the more his coat didn't show it's true color. This allowed him to hunt better and blend in with his surroundings more. When it was bright and sunny the rainbow on his back had a tendency she shine and at times give him away when he is hunting. Head to the ground the boy took in the scents of the earth hoping to cross a fresh trail, but he knew it may take a bit of hunting. His movements were slower as he searched the area for scents.

His fur then bristled as a voice called out a reaction he normally got. His head lifted and turned to look back at the stranger with his dual gaze. Eyes narrowed attempting to get a better view as the other male padded towards him. The eye markings on the male is what made him certain he had to be a pack member. the markings were exact to the healer who helped Marina through her birth. This had to be a relative even if the markings were of different color. Huffing lightly he shook himself out to smooth his fur before turning to face the male his body language remaining neutral.

"Chasm, fellow pack mate," a simple reply, but it was to the point and hopefully answered the male.