Swiftcurrent Creek from the inside

turn into joining/recruiting thread? :D The more he allowed the idea of creating a pack to ferment the more appealing it became. It had begun to twist his thoughts and trick the lanky hybrid into believing that being some sort of a leader was something he was interested in. The silver-eyed female had tainted his mind, making her unwanted presence known as she and her absurd idea consumed him. Would wolves – and other hybrids, of course – really listen to him? While he was mighty high on himself (though he’d never admit it aloud, especially not in front of the chocolate girl) Styx was infatuated with the idea of being a rogue and had never given orders or direction before. He had been a loner since birth and wasn’t even sure how a pack was structured – he just knew there was someone in command and the rest would follow, even if their opinions differed. The Alpha’s word was law, and those who disobeyed were punished. During his travels the yearling had come across several wolves from a particular pack that had interested him – not enough for him to seek membership, but enough for him to question what made them so unique. It had been a small, peaceful group of wolves who had made their home on the coast in the depths of several sea caverns that dotted the water. They had offered him a place to rest but as soon as Styx had stumbled upon their territory, he had found his way out after a brief conversation with several members. The sea-loving wolves had shared their names but the inky knight could no longer recall what they were – the only recollection he had was the salty scent that clung to their fur, which was similar to the one radiating off the sandy-coloured wolf before him. Although the stranger was aware of Styx’s presence he remained quiet, merely studying the lanky yearling with his sea green eyes. Like the sandy male Styx Constanin preferred to keep his mouth shut until the other wolf spoke first unless he was feeling ‘chatty’. His moods fluctuated constantly, so much that even the coyote-wolf couldn’t keep up with them. Each canine he came across caused his personality to shift, adjusting to whoever stood before him. This was another reason why the youth wasn’t keen about pursuing a leadership position – he was positive the other pack members would think he was a raging lunatic. Which was half true. “You smell of the ocean,” he commented finally, stating the obvious with a crooked grin stretched across his dark lips. “Why are you so far inland?” To be honest Styx wasn’t particularly interested in the boy’s past, but it was a conversation starter. It was the stranger’s scent that had peeked his interest and kept the shadow from running off.