himbos will be himbos

It was strange to say but sometimes Kuroki felt isolated within Ashen, set apart from the rest. He loved his siblings dearly, more than he could articulate but Uncle Plague and Raijin aside the others felt like strangers, a bunch of faces and forms he struggled to put a name to. It wasn't from a lack of trying or desire, he wanted to put himself out there but his Father's expectations weighed heavily upon his shoulders and the moment he put even a toe out of line he was reprimanded and reminded to be better. Above all else. But the little prince was on a mission today, those concerns cast aside as he stomped his way over to the Shrine, pointedly ignoring the akita that followed in his wake like an overly fluffy shadow.

He didn't request this place as much as he probably ought to, this was where all the empirey stuff went on, where it would probably be easiest to find people. Tracks littered the snow coated ground, crossing this way and that and as he inhaled a myriad of scents roiled in the back of his throat. Ashen was a really big pack and from what his Father had said it would only grow larger in time. He grinned all wide and toothy, his long canines barely poking out from behind his lips.

Standing within the pale of the trees he stood tall and let out a challenging boof! There was no use in seeking anyone out when he could make his intentions loud and clear, right? Surely someone worth tumbling with would crawl out of the wood work and help him have a good time, if not he supposed he could try and beat up Uncle Plague again. Maybe this time he'd win.