Blackfeather Woods don't get many white eyes around here

So, they got into the Brotherhood by murdering, probably in cold blood. Killing another one of their kind. Kenneth was no stranger to the arts of killing, he had sliced many wolves throats open with his fangs, ripped pelts with his claws, watched the light in a wolf's eyes fade away as the life left them. But those wolves had been ones that he loathed and hated, and he killed only in war. Would murdering someone he did not know, someone he held no grudge against, be the same?

Ken didn't really know if he wanted to find out. Meldresi said a wolf, one of their kind was most preferable but hybrids or dogs could count as well. However, she would like him to stay a while longer in the pack before joining. The exiled prince knew why, loyalty was important in such a brotherhood and he would prove his loyalty by staying in the pack. "I see," he said in a thoughtful tone, turning his white gaze towards his leader, the eyes that resembled his twin greatly.