i can't know

Hudson was vaguely aware of an approaching wolf, but not concerned. This land thus far had proven to be occupied by friendly strangers, and plus - this battleground was just downright creepy. Who could start trouble here? Hudson wasn't exactly spiritual but he had a healthy respect for the dead.

Green eyes slowly pulled from the bloodsoaked soil to see a dark wolf with a perfect yellow mask. Unique, he thought to himself. She has green eyes, too. He always felt a mixture of emotions when he saw green eyes. A little relief, a little anxiety. His family had to make it especially clear that Hudson was odd for his eye color. It was an insult, a nickname. Green-eyes. He liked to think he liked being different, but deep down, he really hated the way his natal pack treated him. But, he was older now, wiser, and far, far away.

"Morning." He said with a polite smile. Not overly excited, but still pleasant. Hudson's tail relaxed and his expression friendly. He was loose and relaxed, with not a bit of malice in his body language.