Bramblepoint An apple a day

Ro heard soft footfals and lifted autumn hued head to peer at the other youth in front of him as he stepped from shadow cover. Rodyn didn't particularly like fighting, but he could do it. He much preferred geniality to cruelty.

Yellow eyes peered out of blackened face. Limber and young near Rodyns own age. Rodyn took notice of the stance and put himself in a similar one. He was not for a show of dominance, preferred neutrality, but he also wouldn't submit to a non-pack wolf.

Hello there. I'm Rodyn.