fate has a will of its own

The world he gazed out upon was a blank canvas of white, yet to be painted by the upcoming spring. Even the sky was a dull, colorless grey that leeft the entire world in monochrome- except for one thing. A figure coming through the trees up ahead, taller than Haru, with a dark coat splashed with vibrant orange. Green eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the other wolf as they neared, their unique markings undoubtedly eye-catching, but th ey also noted all the other differences between them as well. Where Haru stood tall with bright eyes and a gentle smile, tail wagging a low, subtle beat behind him to assure the stranger he was no threat, the other was indifferent and stoic, his expression unreadable and the offered words so blunt they might have left bruises on the ego of another. Haru wasnt easily insulted though, and instead he dipped his head in a respectful greeting before answering.

"I'm here because I'd like to join The Ashen." he answered simply, trying to fight the small grin that threatened to sieze his lips as he finally admitted it out loud.

Despite this, his tone took a more serious edge as he continued, because at the end of th day this wasn't about what he was feeling. It was about who he was and what he could offer the group whose border he now stood on- a group that could turn him away or chase him out if h failed to meet their standards. It was a possability that he tried not to dwell on, telling himself that if it didn't work out here it wouldn't be the end of the world, but he knew in his heart the dissapointment would be bitter. The Ashen had been his pack of choice since he was a yearling, after all.

"I'm not sure if your accepting members right now, but If you are I know i can be of use to you. I'm built for the hunt, and while I may not be the biggest wolf around I have no problem sinking my teeth into someone for my pack. My name's Haru."

He seemed to straighten up a little as he spoke, not in an intimidating manner, but more as if his body were subconciously presenting itself for scrutiny as if to test his words. Haru had nothing to hide from this Ashen wolf. A single look would prove most of what he was saying, his well-fed body showing he seldom went hungry and a few random scars showing he wasn't a stranger to combat even if it wasn't what he specialized in. He wasn't perfect, and compared to the skills cultivated by the pack wolves he probably fell short in comparison by quite a bit, but there was potential there that he desperately hoped the other could see, because there wasn't an ounce of him that wasn't willing to throw himself into this headfirst with everything he had.