Restless Stroll

Sixx had his nose low to the ground, sents wafting past him and his mind decifering the code of odors to one that smelt correct. His paws tracked along the snow in a manner that made him resemble a trotting stag. ?He stoped in a bush, crystaline blue eyes scanning for a certain wolf. Kinslayer... He repeated to himself. How he longed to find the Kinslayer once more. Sixx's obsession with the wolf had become rather unhealthy and by now his pelt was tatered with bloodstains from any creature who got in his way.?

??Sixx stopped down in the bushes, his belly sinking to the ground, to avoid scanning emerald eyes. I've finaly found him... he lunged forward in a tackle suddenly out of the bushes just as the ebony male stepped infront of the white female. His paws outreached in a tackle. "BROTHERRRRR!!!!"