Duck Lake Time Alone

A brown blur crashed into him and fell on the ground, he himself had not moved, the impact only startling him, not doing any lasting damage. As if this child could do him any damage anyways. A small smirk crossed the silver wolf's face as the storm continued, he was not afraid for he knew the dies pater would not harm him. Eyes bright, cold and harsh glanced lazily down at the yearling and canting his head slightly. "What do we have here?" he drawled, this was exactly why he had no friends, because he was an annoying little piece of dipshit and he knew it. Occasionally he found wolves that managed to briefly crack through his touch shell, Danica, Cadfael to name a few.

A dark past lay within the silver male, one that only his siblings knew and those who had raised him up. And Paarthurnax. Cadfael knew too but the Praetor did not know that the welsh warrior had also came to Teekon Wilds did he? He radiated an aura of strength and power but also a deep anger, sadness and resentment.