Are People Born Wicked?

Xairo whipped around at the sound of the voice, nearly losing his footing on the slick log. He hadn't scented another wolf approaching - how could he have let his guard down so carelessly? Narrowing his emerald eyes, Xairo studied the newcomer, a grey scale boy with electric markings- around the same age as himself.

The stranger's calm demeanor irked Xairo. He wasn't used to being caught off guard, and the fact that this kid had managed to sneak up on him was deeply unsettling. Xairo lifted his chin, determined to regain the upper hand. "Who are you?" he demanded, not bothering to return the greeting. He remained perched atop the log, using the extra height to his advantage. "I haven't seen you around here before." Granted, Xairo hadn’t ever really been around this particular area much himself. But the other guy didn’t need to know that.

"Xairo Saxe"