Luka's den was located south of the Womens' Glade in a group of delicious trees. In the middle of these trees Luka had spent the greater part of a day digging a large hole in the ground. Collecting a mixture of leaves and moss the male had put those down as lining for his den. After finishing his den the male was covered in dirt and sweat.

It was nearly nightfall when the male reach the creek. His normally well kept fur was a mess, so to fix this the male wanted to bathe. Stepping in the cold creek water Luka washed most of the dirt away from his pelt. He stood in the gelid running water up to his chest for a few moments before emerging out of the icy water. When he rose out of the final stretch of the water Luka's coal colored pelt wrapped tightly around his lean figure.

Gazing down at his chest the male noticed how white his fur had gotten. During the few months that the swarthy wolf was a loner he had gained a fair amount of silvery fur. The stress of being alone weighted greatly on the kind wolf. The male wore his new colors with little pride. He feared certain wolves would perceive the male as weak now that he was showing signs of getting older.

A bark interrupted the male's gaze. His stare was quickly adverted to a pure chocolate fur colored female. He inspected the wolf curiously, gazing at her very interesting eyes. Her size was much more bulky than Luka's. She held muscle that bulged in every aspect while Luka kept a more lean fiqure, a lot more feminine. She spoke with sarcasm that made the ebony wolf chuckle "It's hard for a presence as hot as mine to catch a cold." Luka spoke in a ironical tone.

The inky wolf shook off the remaining creek water and turned to his packmate. "Luka, what's your name?" He inquired softly in a friendly tone.

The male had no idea that his closest friend had siblings within the pack he ruled. Luka had kept mostly to himself the past month, wandering outside of the territory for various medicinal purposes. This could explain why he had yet to meet the cinnamon wolf's siblings.

A smirk spread across the inky wolf's face when Kaskara snorted. He found her laugh to be cute. The female's presence was a bit intimidating. She reminded the lean wolf of Scimitar. Her pure muscle mass had enough power to scare even the bravest of souls.

Luka was not in actually so full of himself. When the time came he would interject some egotistical banter. The ebony wolf only did this to bring a smile to other's faces. The feminine wolf enjoyed seeing others laugh due to something he said. It brought a sort of satisfaction with him that was equal to helping another injured wolf.

Kaskara approached the male slowly choosing to stay a decent distance away from him. "That is true. I'll have to find other ways to clean myself besides the creek." Luka spoke softly in his warm voice. " Tell me about yourself, Kaskara." The male inquired placing a brief pause been the question and her name.

Growing up as a son to a lone wolf has many disadvantages. The overall lack of interaction with other wolves caused Luka to feel lonely in his younger years. His mother taught him how to fend for himself, but she never taught him how to maintain relationships. His mother taught him how to heal simple wounds, what plants not to eat and which ones had positive effects. Luka was never taught the ways of a warrior only the ways of sneaking out unnoticed. His mother ingrained the idea of flight into his head. With this in mind the inky male was never one to start conflict.

The female spoke of her past as a warrior. The more the bulky wolf revealed to Luka about her goals and the manner in which she was raised the more the inky wolf wanted to be on her good side. There was no doubt in Luka's mind that he would get his ass kicked to the other side of mars Kaskara decided she didn't like him.

The male was curious on who her brother was inside their pack. While Luka did not know many wolves in the Creek maybe he had somehow met her brother before. "Who is your brother inside the Creek?" The ebony male inquired with curiosity dripping from his tongue.