Blacktail Deer Plateau Star Shine

The brute walked among the lands of the plateau, deciding to stray from the foot paths that most of his new packmates took. So far, he had only met his two Alphas, though he did not mind this. Fury would prefer not to interact with others. He was not much of a talker, and he felt as if it were too much effort to do so. Silence was his friend, and he thought that wolves who spoke to much were simply a waste of time; to him, those who spoke less had more meaning to their words and were less scatter-brained.

As he explored areas that were not touch by others' paws, his paw struck a sharp stone underfoot. He let out a bark instead of a yelp, because it more surprised and angered him than hurt him. He shook his paw free, but it was trickling blood. Fury narrowed his brow and continued to move forward, not caring that he put pressure on his red-covered foot.

Soon, he came upon a black female. What, are all wolves of this pack of black? He thought to himself. He walked up next to the wolf, marking deep red-colored prints as he moved forward.