Blackfeather Woods Meal Politics

Kendra sat down by her dad, very keenly looking at the other wolves that were at the carcass now. She knew almost the wolves now. She saw her brother Damien and Cicero. She hadn't talked a lot with Cicero but she knew his scent. Nem was there too, and some pale male. Venus was waiting and two others. Her pale eyes fell on the grumpy younger white one. He still looked grumpy. Kendra was of belief that he never smiled, she didn't smile much either, so it bothered her not that much. Still there was something about him. 

She turned her head to her brother being washed. A smug smile turned on her lips. She decided to join in and help her father with cleaning her brother. Maybe she would be cleaned too. The dye was slowly coming out of her fur. She kinda liked the red paint through her fur, it made her look different compared to the other black wolves that seemed to live in these woods.