the stars have forgotten, the moon is wiped out

A voice was heard in the distance, making her jump. She didn't expect anyone to be near. Her blue eyes rested on a dark wolf, his pelt glowing against the moonlight. At first she thought it was Ohen, but the scent said otherwise. A loner. "Hello," she answered blankly. She would have attacked him then, but she just had her pups a few weeks ago. Also with her foor broken, she was in no shape to fight.

She stepped closer to the loner, studying him. He looked like he was as old as Grimnir. He seemed much bigger than the female. Her eyes trailed over to his shoulder. There was a faint red paw marking. The mark of the Brotherhood. She looked up at the stranger. "You are a Dark Brother I see."