Neverwinter Forest these streets

for anyone :) pack mate or loner or whoevvaaaa <3 It was strange to think that he – the lanky, nomad hybrid – was now the Captain of an actual, for real pack. Prior to encountering the silver-eyed stranger Styx Constantin believed that he was better off on his own, and that packs led to nothing but trouble. The majority of the wolves he had crossed paths with had not ended well, which was part of the reason why the pirate preferred to be on his own. His mother, who had blessed him with her coyote heritage, had lived her own life as a rogue after being rejected by the wolf who had stolen her heart. He had refused to accept her into his pack – mainly due to the fact that he already had a mate – and since then his mother had avoided all wolves. When he and his siblings reached their first birthday she forced them to embrace their life on their own, which Styx had accepted with open paws. Being on his own and leaving his family behind was precisely what the hybrid had wanted – and still wanted. Even though the mutt would prefer to be on his own he somehow wound up as an Alpha with the coffee-coloured Kat at his side. It didn’t seem real – how did he allow someone to persuade him into being part of a pack? Not only just to be a part of a pack, but at the top; the one giving orders and establishing rules. It was surreal and Styx often felt as though he was living someone else’s life. If it wasn’t for Kat’s help the spider-legged hybrid would be floundering – his knowledge of packs was minimal; almost non-existent. The silver-eyed female had grown up in a pack, which was why she was the perfect partner for the snarky yearling. Although he would never admit it aloud – especially to her – they balanced each other out with their completely different personalities. While she had seemed outgoing and energetic during their former meetings Styx knew there was something not being said – but he did not pry. Just because they led a pack together didn’t necessarily mean they were close to each other. He still had much to learn about her, and vice versa. A sigh slipped past his lips as he rolled his shoulders, pointed muzzle lifted slightly to catch any unfamiliar scents lingering nearby. Neverwinter was growing in numbers but Styx still wasn’t properly acquainted with all the wolves who called the Forest their home. He knew them by name – which was rare for the hybrid, as he usually by-passed names when meeting strangers – but not by who they were. He couldn’t help but wonder if they were any who had been wrongfully accepted into the pack, by either himself or Kat. Mistakes happened and first impressions were often misleading, but Styx Constantin would never know if any mistakes were made if he didn’t properly introduce himself to his Crew. Weaving between the trees, the Captain patrolled the perimeter of the territory, tail curled high above his hindquarters. He was not sure who he was seeking out today – perhaps the presence of one of his packmates, or that of a rogue lingering outside the territory line. For now, Styx was content just being on his own – which had become difficult since establishing the pack.