CALL ME STRANGE BUT YOU DON'T LOOK NORMAL EITHER

The black, gray, and white young male was a very far way from home, but despite that the young had pressed on. He hadn't meant to wander so far away... but the poor boy had gotten hopelessly lost. Emery was skinny, terribly skinny from lack of proper feeding. He hadn't yet learned to hunt and so his meals were limited to abandoned kills. It wasn't the best method for survival but at least it had been keeping him alive. For the most part Emery had been avoiding any pack scents he had come across... but at this point the young boy was just hoping, praying that he would run into someone who could show him the way home.

Just as he reached the strange caverns the heavens exploded in the world outside. Rain poured down, and the brute looked over his shoulder at it, glad that he had made it somewhere warm and dry before he was caught in the winter storm. Weary teal eyes looked to the caves ahead as his stomach grumbled. He wasn't sure if there would be any sort of prey in here, but he might as well look around for a bit before he laid down to rest.

As Emery scented the air he noticed another wolf's scent. Fresh. She didn't smell like a pack wolf either. Ears perked up with curiosity Emery ventured forth until he came across the female. Was she... eating a snake? The boy wrinkled his nose for a moment at the sight before deciding to make his presence known.

"Um... Excuse me, ma'am?"