Blackfeather Woods Smile For The Camera

Truthfully Kelorth did not know why he chose to join this pack, his silvery white coat stood out alarmingly against the darkness of Blackfeather Woods and from the wolves he had saw so far, or more correctly, spied upon so far, they mostly bore coats as black as night, as dark as ink, able to blend in easily with their surroundings. He was like a beacon at midnight but the boy did not mind, after all he loved a challenge and he was sure he would be able to stalk through the woods like a shifting shadow soon. It would just take a bit of time. Everything took time and right now, the ghost had all the time in the world, or so he thought.

He was still mapping out the pack grounds, his new home and with trotted through the woods in a nonchalant manner though in truth his senses were alert and ready to defend himself should anyone suddenly attack him. Anything could happen in unfamiliar lands. And something unexpected did show up. Fierce ocean blue eyes confirmed what his nose smelled, black pelt and a white muzzle. A smirk curled at Kelorth's lips as he trotted closer and nudged the other male in the belly gently. "Hello, little brother." the silver prince drawled.