Lel was an adult, or so he thought. He may not have reached sexual maturity but at a year old he was nearly fully grown, already dwarfing many other wolves he had never felt quite so powerful. The anger however, had been a constant figure in his life since he had been young. This time the rage was directed at the nameless leader of the pack that occupied his old home. Finally he had been free to return to the place, the only one he had ever felt at home in and he had found it marked and claimed. He had considered going in anyways but had managed to think clearly enough to realize that was a bad idea.
Now he prowled the northern lands, a bad mood seemingly always brewing within him. So far very few creatures had crossed his path, good for them but it did nothing to help his rage. Now as he approached a lake he drew in a familiar scent, a wicked grin splitting across his pristine face. He sauntered easily towards her, violet gaze landing upon a familiar dark form. She was younger than he had originally thought, the yearling now clearly showing his age more than their first meeting.
"Well well well, " he began stalking towards her, "what have we here?"
