The Heartwood who doesn't say a word,

Although he was confident that the pair could effectively lead a pack, Styx still had his doubts. Neither of them had any experience and, from the outside, were not particularly fond of each other. Despite this there was a strange bond between the two; no matter how hard he tried, he could not deny that. As much as he wanted to run away from her and completely erase her from his memory, Styx also wanted to remain at her side. He was intrigued by her and the persona she portrayed, but he knew there was something she was not telling him. It had sensed it from their previous encounter and wanted to investigate whatever she was hiding. This was extremely out of character for the nomadic hybrid as he never wanted anything to do with anyone. “Do you have a place in mind to call ‘home’?” If they were going to lead a pack together they were going to have to find a place to claim. There would have to be borders and a place for the pack dens… it sounded exhausting. It felt strange having to find a ‘home’ – Styx was infatuated with the idea of constant traveling with no place to hold him back. This pack, and the territory that came along with it, was going to do exactly that. As much as the lanky yearling didn’t want to share his name with the silver-eyed female he knew that if they were to lead alongside each other it was a necessary evil. The pack members would not respect them as Alpha’s if they did have some sort of mutual respect for each other. He still had time to back away without giving out his name, but a switch had flicked – he had made up his mind. This would be the next challenge he would face in his life; he was good at being a loner and enjoyed it, but perhaps he would prefer this choice? It was his mother who had drilled it into his head that being a loner was better and although Styx still agreed with her, he needed to experience something different. Her comment made a laugh unexpectedly bubble from his chest, staining the air as he met her silver gaze. “I guesso, huh?” His expression softened as he allowed his gaze to linger, a ghost of a smile toying with the corners of his mouth. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be as dreadful as he thought… ugh. It was official, Styx had gone completely mental. His smile turned crooked as she introduced herself – Kat? It had to be a nickname because there was no way a wolf would name her daughter after a feline. “And you can call me Styx, kitty.”