Did you not read the company policy?

As Cadaver stealthily prowled through the dense undergrowth, he caught the sound of a woman’s voice as it carried on the breeze. Intrigued by the unfamiliar sound, he halted his movements and cautiously approached the source.

Peering through the foliage, Cadaver observed a group of other wolves around his age as they gathered around a monochromatic wolf. His mismatched eyes narrowed with fascination as he watched her speak.

Though typically wary of strangers, Cadaver couldn't resist lingering at the edge of the gathering, his ears perked forward to catch every word of Absinth's tale. As her voice dropped to a whisper, he leaned in even closer, enticed by the promise of secrets and excitement. Despite his reservations, there was something about Absinth that sparked a sense of adventure within Cadaver. His mind raced, his thoughts swirling with questions. Who were the Syndicate? What made them different from other packs? And what did strength truly mean in the context of her story?

"Cadaver Nightwing"