Fighting Fire with FIre

A strange look acme over the male, his confused maw apparently showing he had no idea of any of the packs here. He never even knew what a pack was in general. A bunch of wolves living together in the same place? Sounded a bit too odd.


"Tortuga? What is Tortuga? Is it a friend of yours?" the masculine asked with his tone in happiness to perhaps meet yet another person in his loner-fulfilled life. His dark pelt was now covered in thorns as the autumn's cold wind began to bite into his fur, only for the year-old to start to shiver a bit. He generally hated the cold weather, but knew he'd have to deal with it, along with all the other wolves.

His stomach growled, knowing the mouse would not fulfill either Der's or Kairos's stomach. ".