Provide For Thy Family

The bright red of the young wolf's coat stood out sharply against the verdant green of the valley. The brute was impossible to miss and for several moments the King watched him as he stood over his kill. Valentine couldn't help but wonder how he managed to pull off such a feat while standing out so glaringly. The young brute had one hell of a disadvantage to overcome.

Curiosity pushed him forward. He'd met one other red wolf before, a fae by the name of Fiamette. Perhaps they were related? "Greetings," he called as he approached, "That was a fine kill."