Swiftcurrent Creek Fatherless Son

Kieran lifted leg, only to set it back down again when a chuff reached his ears. Turning large Auburn head towards the sound, the light beating off of the scar that ran down his face and past his eye he studied the male behind him. He tilted head to study the wolf that had spoken to him, green eye taking him in. He was strong and cloaked in silver ice. Long legs of a runner, perhaps a bit lithe and proportioned well. He would make a good scout or warrior, perhaps even a warden. Kieran had assessed all this in a matter of moments. He also noticed the wet fur around the other’s paws and legs. He must have been fishing or wading through the river, that ran parallel to their pack land.

" Yer called me sir? oi'm kieran o'malley at yisser service." Kieran averted his eyes then, being one of the lowest on the hierarchy at the moment, this male had to be above him in rank. It was strange for the prince to be lower on the totem pole than most, but it did not bother him as much as it would have bothered his brother. Kieran had always been the second son, the one to only inherit the throne if his brother had died. He would have gotten the throne too, if the evil that shall not be named hadn’t taken everything and everyone and killed all those that defied him.

The auburn brute stood still his tail hanging down behind him, his long legs holding their easy grace. He kept his eyes down to the ground waiting for the other to speak, he wasn’t even sure if he could speak to this one. The wolves here seemed to have a hard time, figuring out what it was he was saying during the best of times.