Phantom Hollow You don't have any friends! Nobody likes you!

Don't mind me pal c;

Crius awoke from his siesta for the day, napping may seem lazy but it was far from it; it kept the mind fresh and the spirit alert. The Dark Wolf's ears perked up at the sounds of dismay, confusion, and a hint of anger; a perfect cocktail of emotional turmoil, which would make for the perfect occasion to test out his sidling skills for scouting missions. 

Keeping to the dusk of the foliage near his den, 'This should be interesting.' Crius thought kneeling leveled to the ground hoping his dark fur would provide some camolfalge in the shadows.