the heart of me

The dark furred assassin was walking from his den to the borders when the howl entered his ears. It did not belong to any of his packmates, mainly because it was too high-pitched to be any of them. The howl most likely belonged to a juvenile, which was strange to him. Why would a young wolf be so close to another pack's territory without parental supervision? Was it an orphan of some sorts? Curious, Kaname loped towards the howl.

After crossing the Silvertip borders, he was met with the owner of the call: a young male, just as he thought. The boy had an almost white coat with silver down his spine. His eyes were a silver tone as well, with blue flecks of a similar hue of Kaname's eyes around his pupils. On the side of his neck was an untreated wound, festering, which looked rather painful. Kaname gave the pup a low bark, approaching him with his tail curled over his back. "Can I help you?"