The Heartwood who doesn't say a word,

When looking at the ink-painted stranger she could not help but wonder exactly what he thought of when looking at her. Surely he wondered who she was and why the hell they kept running into each other? It wasn’t as if they had shared names or any special bond together so why was it that they were inclined to come across each other yet another time? Some would have called it fate, destiny or a miracle—but to Katrina it was simply another day and another wolf. She saw nothing in the future with him, as the future was clear yet bright. All she knew was that she had a plenty good chance of being alive for her future. The second that he seemed to growl at her mention of pack caused her to tilt her head in slight confusion. What could he possibly have against pack life? Apparently he had never been in a pack nor even thought about the possibility of it. Well, that certainly seemed barbaric. “So, I take it you’ve never considered making your own pack? Y’know… set your subordinates right if they dare think less of your hybrid quirks?” Until now she hadn’t even noticed their differences—her being a full blooded wolf and him a hybrid. Then again, she wasn’t exactly sure what she was looking for. What was he a hybrid of?