With the state of affairs back in Ouroboros settled; his Alpha Cara demoted to Beta Female after being defeated by Ptarmigan, Kaname left the valley to think. To plot. Knowing Cara, she might be planning to regain her former power. He would be happy to oblige her and kill the usurper. Especially now that she was weak and wounded. Powerless. He had seen it firsthand.

The assassin walked through the valley absentmindedly, focused on all the little details. How to escape if he was caught, where to hide....The only thing that made him snap back into reality was a strong smell. The smell of something dead. Rotting.

His ice-blue eyes searched his surroundings before settling on a dark body. The body of a wolf. He approached it, hoping to get a good look at the thing before noticing a smaller form nearby. A pup. The Beta Male chuffed softly to the child with mismatched eyes, standing close to the body. "Do you know this one?" He asked as he sniffed the carcass.

"Not a clue." He replied. The assassin stared at the wolf's face, not recognizing it at all. So, none of them knew who he was. What a mystery. On closer inspection, the wolf had no signs of violence. No bite marks, no blood..

The girl was staring at him warily, legs stiffened and looking ready to leave in a moment. Kaname studied her curiously, seeing something familiar in the dark pelt and eyes. What was it? "Are you from a pack?" He said as he examined the body further. He must have died somehow. Disease? A fall?

Now he remembered. The Plateau wolves. He had fought one of them. His doppleganger. She must be related to him somehow. He wouldn't pry into how. It wasn't his business or his concern. The pup told him to move, since he was close to the borders. Was he? He hadn't even noticed. He seemed to have problems detecting the plateau's borders sometimes.

He followed the dark pup, sitting down where she instructed him to sit. The girl called herself Junior, though not after asking him about his name and pack. "My name is Kaname. I am from Ouroboros Spine, south of here." He wondered if she knew of Silvertip before it moved. She looked close to half a year old. "That wolf has been here a while, hence the smell." He brought the conversation back to the body, seeing as it was much more important than his life story. "It is possible that he could have fallen to his death..."

"How do you know me?" He was intrigued. Was his name that well-known? For what? She explained that she had met one of his own. Sitri. He hadn't seen much of the brute ever since Lecter buried himself with Jinx's body and commited suicide. After covering up the grave he had left, but he didn't know what became of the chocolate brown male.

The girl was smart, theorizing the lack of possibility that this wolf had fallen. The plateau was all pack territory, so this wolf probably trespassed. Junior even thought that one of the wardens chased them off the edge. But yet again. There was no blood. "A disease, perhaps? He collapsed and died here?" He mused, more to himself than the girl.

Junior was more curious towards him than the body. He was terribly close to her pack's territory. "I was taking a walk. I guess I was daydreaming, I didn't realize that I was this close until I smelled the body."

The pup had gotten bored from him. He could tell by the toneless quality of her voice, the way she lied to him. She was easy to read, though the girl tried to hide it. But he was too well versed in reading others to not notice her lack of interest. What had made her lose it? Was it what he said he was doing? How droll.

But Junior was right. He was very close to her pack's borders anyway. The last time he lingered by the Plateau he was scarred. Speaking of that encounter... "Before I go...tell me, do you know of another male that looks like me? I met him before a while back..." He hadn't even gotten his name. Had he known it, he probably would ensue in an evil twin escapade for a while. That would have been fun.