Blackfeather Woods Atanniutivigivâ

he followed, expression dismal and silent, blue eyes the only spark of brightness in his slate features. he was rather handsome for a pup, though he had no knowledge of this; nor would he have cared. his siblings streamed away in a fast paced current, he a silent sentential in the back of the pack, gaze turned towards his father though he did not utter a sound. He was the only one of his siblings to not speak yet, it seemed; the only one to not seem interested in tank nor place. he sat but a little ways away, watching his father cooly a moment before his gaze slipped to the mouth of the tunnel, interest evident in his features.