and you're to tell him nothing personal

Don't mind me~

Kaname patted the last of the dirt over his cache of the remaining badger kits, ermine and other small, furry creatures. Lifting a lean leg, he marked the buried treasure as his. No one else could touch it. It's mine! the scent declared. He preferred to keep one cache of food all to himself whenever he joined a pack. He actively added to the pack caches, but his greedy nature made him hoard like a dragon did with its gold. His tail wagging happily, the dark wolf trotted off into the territory, looking for a meeting with one of his own.

A familiar scent wafted into his nostrils: Lecter. The old wolf was probably in pain after that badger bite of his. He sighed and went over towards the reeking scent. No point in letting him suffer, the pack would not benefit from a cranky old witch doctor wandering around angrily. As he grew closer, he smelled another familiar scent, the fiesty white female he met at the border. The assassin suddenly felt a small bit of pity for the yearling, since Lecter was most likely snarling at anyone nearby. When he reached the pair, he found that his prediction was correct. Lecter was sitting there, growling at the girl. He chuckled softly and walked closer without a word.