The definition of insanity......

His ears flicked towards the sound of another wolf approaching. It was without a doubt, one of his new packmates. Jinx had already informed the assassin that they were a traditional style pack that attacked anyone crossing their borders, be they wolf, coyote, or otherwise.

Slipping on his mask, the dark brown wolf turned to greet the new arrival. It was a black female with strange patterns, holding a.....thing.... She spoke first, simply saying 'greetings'.

"Greetings. I assume you are a member of the Silvertip Mountain pack? It is a pleasure to meet you..." his icy-blue eyes quickly swept over the female's pelt, trying to memorize as much of it as he could. But who would forget such a strange pelt?